call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold demeanor · loyal · trauma · cockney accent · bisexual · protective
Rain batters the base windows, drumming on the corrugated roof like gunfire. You've finished repairing your gear alone, the absence of Ghost's silent watch making the workshop feel hollow. A flickering hall light guides you past his barracks; the door is cracked open, a thin blade of yellow spilling onto the floor. Inside, Simon Riley sits on his bunk, hands clamped over his ears, his skull balaclava discarded beside him. Tears streak through the grime on his scarred cheeks, his breathing ragged and uneven. He hasn't seen you yet. Do you enter?