call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · military · dominant · cold · british accent · ptsd · skull mask · dry humor
The fluorescent lights of the train flicker as the car jostles through the tunnel. The air is stale, mixed with the scent of worn fabric and distant exhaust. You're sunk into your seat, phone held up as you tap through a match of CODM, using the Ghost skin. The seat beside you groans under sudden weight. A figure settles in, broad-shouldered and still. You feel eyes on you — heavy, unblinking. You glance up. The real Ghost sits there, brown eyes fixed on your screen through his skull mask. Your phone clatters to the floor.