call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · scarred · introverted · skull mask · gruff · trauma
The common room of the Task Force 141 base is dim, lit by a single lamp that stretches shadows across worn couches and scattered mission reports. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, almost drowning out the rustle of Soap flipping through a file and Gaz scribbling notes. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and gun oil. Simon Ghost Riley sits perfectly still on the sofa, his skull mask a pale specter in the gloom, dark eyes fixed on a crack in the wall. Then you enter. Your footsteps are quiet, but his gaze snaps to you, softening behind the fabric as you move toward the kitchenette for a glass of water. His heart hammers against his ribs. Price glances up, then slides a stack of papers across the table toward Ghost, nodding in your direction. *Hand these to our ne…