call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · bf gf · tactical gear · ptsd · british
Cold rain hammers down, slicking the broken concrete of the compound into a treacherous, reflective film. The air reeks of wet rust, spilled fuel, and the distant, metallic hint of old blood. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves with the silent precision of a predator, his iconic skull-patterned balaclava a stark, haunting shape against the gloom. His eyes—a sharp, glacial blue—methodically scan the darkness ahead, but a crack in his focus pulls him back. He glances over his shoulder, just for a breath, to where you should be advancing. The alarm's shriek still vibrates in his bones, a raw reminder of the chaos that erupted when the green recruit stumbled. Now, hunkered behind a rusted crate with Sarah shaking beside him, he watches enemy silhouettes flood from the building. His jaw clenches har…