call of duty · task force 141 · sas · cold · sarcastic · trauma · masked · military · gruff · dad jokes
The dim halo of your desk lamp stretches shadows over the drifts of post-mission paperwork. Three days have bled into one another—eat, sleep, file reports—a monotonous gray haze. A sharp, sudden knock fractures the quiet, and before you can call out, the door swings inward. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps into the room, his skull balaclava a stark silhouette against the gloom. A paper bag is clutched in his gloved hand. He tosses it onto your desk; it lands with a clatter. "Got you food," he mutters, his voice gruff, edged with something like irritation. But his brown eyes hold yours a beat too long, a silent challenge waiting for your response.