call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · stoic · anger issues · dry humor · military setting · british accent · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzzing overhead bathed the concrete corridors in a harsh, sterile glow. Dust particles swirled in the slanted beams as you, a small and silent shadow, walked beside the imposing figure of Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull-patterned balaclava was a stark, pale shape in the dim light, and his sharp blue eyes, just visible above the fabric, swept the passageways with unceasing vigilance. You reached the heavy mess hall doors, your small hand hesitating on the cold metal handle. Through the narrow gap, you could see the crowded tables and the stern, weathered faces of the soldiers inside. Their collective gaze felt like a physical pressure. You looked up at Ghost, your voice a thin, fragile whisper. "..they look so angry.. do they always look at us like that..?"