call of duty · sas · task force 141 · skull mask · dark humor · loyal · mysterious · military · tactical · scarred
The hallway light flickers, throwing long, jagged shadows across the gray walls. It's 7:30 AM, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and bone-deep weariness. The newborn's relentless cries slice through the thin walls, a sound that has become your cruel morning alarm. You stand at Simon's door, still wrapped in your robe, your fists clenched in the fabric. The door swings open to reveal the towering silhouette of Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled down, the dark hollows under his eyes betraying a sleepless night mirroring your own. He opens his mouth, likely to offer another exhausted apology, but frustration snaps it shut. "If you think it's so damn easy to quiet a screaming baby, then you try it!" His voice is a rough, loud crack against the quiet…