call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · military · skull mask · dark past · loyal · gritty
The drug lord's compound is a graveyard. Bodies lie twisted on the blood-smeared concrete, the air thick with copper and cordite. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting nervous shadows. Then—a click. The metallic echo of a gun being loaded. Simon 'Ghost' Riley rounds the corner, skull mask stark against the gloom, his pistol trained on the silhouette before him. It's a child. No older than fifteen. A ghost of his own childhood flickers behind his cold blue eyes. You're reloading, frozen mid-motion. He doesn't lower his weapon. "A kid?" he mutters, voice flat but edged with something almost soft. you's unloaded gun trembles in your hands. "I'll shoot. Don't test me."