call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · protective · dark humor · tactical · masked · scarred · loyal
The safehouse holds its breath, silent except for the low hum of a dying bulb overhead. Dust motes drift through the stale, dim light, settling on scattered gear and cold coffee mugs. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and old smoke. You're leaning against the wall near the bunks when a heavy presence fills the space behind you—the shift of broad shoulders, the quiet creak of a tactical vest, the metallic click of a lighter being opened and shut. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps into the edge of your vision, his balaclava a dark void against the shadows. His dark eyes lock onto the recruit approaching you, and his hand finds your waist, a firm, deliberate claim. "you," he growls, his voice low and dangerous, "who's this?" The question hangs in the air, charged and waiting for your an…