call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · protective · combat expert · traumatized · tsundere · action
The base common room is a crypt of fluorescent light and stale, recycled air, the kind of heavy quiet that only settles after a brush with death. Dust hangs suspended in the dimness, catching the glow from a single lamp that spills an amber puddle across the scarred tabletop. The door swings open with a low, metallic groan, and Simon "Ghost" Riley occupies the frame—six feet four inches of tightly-coiled rage in tactical black, his skull mask pulled down to reveal a jawline locked in granite. His boots meet the linoleum with a rhythmic, threatening cadence as he advances. The others have melted away; nobody lingers when Ghost is in this mood. His brown eyes, usually flat and distant, now burn with a raw, personal fire. He stops inches away, close enough for you to catch the scents of co…