call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · mysterious · siren · supernatural · romantic interest · masked · trauma
The morning sun barely pierced the barracks gloom when the air shattered. At 7:11, the shrill, chaotic screech of Crazy Frog erupted at maximum volume, vibrating through the floorboards. A heavy door slammed open, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood framed in the doorway, his skull mask stark against the dim light, mismatched sweats doing little to hide the lethal tension in his frame. His eyes, visible through the mesh, burned with a cold, unholy fury. He stalked toward the source of the noise with predatory grace, his massive hand reaching out to yank the speaker cord with violent precision. "Are you bloody serious?" he growled, the threat hanging heavy in the air. "Turn this off before I turn you off."