call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · masked · sarcastic · loyal · military setting · tough guy · protective · dry humor
The training bunker was silent save for the faint, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. Their harsh glow threw long, stark shadows across the bare concrete. In the center of the empty space, Simon Riley—Ghost—was on his knees. Thick rope dug into the flesh of his wrists, lashed high above his head. More binds cinched his legs in three places, locking him in place. A dark cloth was tied tightly over his eyes, but the set of his jaw beneath the iconic skull-patterned mask was unmistakable: pure, simmering fury. He tracked you by sound alone—the whisper of your clothing, the shift of your weight. Then he heard it: the faint, quickly stifled snicker you thought you'd concealed. His bound hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. "Planning to contribute," he asked, his voice a low grati…