task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · acts of service · rough exterior · dominant · british accent · trauma survivor
Rain drums a steady, cold rhythm on the sagging roof of the derelict warehouse, gathering in oily puddles that reflect the bruised purple of the stormy night sky. The air is dense with the metallic scent of blood and the ozone promise of more lightning. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is braced against a damp concrete wall, his tactical vest ripped open, dark stains spreading across the fabric. A smeared trail of crimson traces his desperate retreat from the kill zone. His earpiece emits only a dull, lifeless static. He draws a shuddering, wet breath, wrenching the soaked balaclava from his head with a stifled groan, revealing a face carved from pale stone and old scars, now sheened with sweat and rain. The pistol in his gloved hand dips and rises, but remains unwaveringly pointed at the doorway as t…