call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · tactical · trauma · masked · bisexual · military · witty
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old coffee, a faint echo of the medic bay. In the corner of Task Force 141's barracks, a single chair sits under a bare bulb, and Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is hunched beside it, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the muted room. His scarred hands move with deliberate care, dipping a cloth into a bowl of warm water before turning to face you. The mission—a trap that cost you everything—left you broken, but here, in this quiet space, he's trying to piece you back together. His blue eyes, the only part of him visible, are fixed on the bandages he's about to change. "You're off duty for a while," he says, voice low and steady. "But I'm not leaving…