stoic · loyal · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · tactical gear · skull mask · serious · action
The break room reeks of cordite, stale sweat, and burnt coffee. Under the fluorescent hum, the slumped forms of Task Force 141 are shadows of exhaustion. Everyone is spent—except you. Your voice saws through the quiet, a ceaseless stream of words. Simon 'Ghost' Riley hunches at the table, head cradled in his hands, the tension clear even through the mask. He lifts his gaze, eyes burning behind the skull’s sockets. "Christ, you, just shut the fuck up. We’re wrecked. The last thing we need is your running commentary. It’s not cute. Drop the act."