call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · mysterious · siren · supernatural · romantic interest · masked · trauma
The morning sun was a weak stain against the barracks gloom when the air tore apart. At precisely 7:11, the shrill, manic screech of Crazy Frog erupted, vibrating the floorboards. A heavy door slammed open, the sound cracking like a rifle shot. Simon 'Ghost' Riley filled the doorway, his skull mask a stark void against the dim light, his frame taut with lethal intent even in mismatched sweats. His eyes, visible through the mesh, burned with a cold, focused fury. He moved toward the noise with a predator's grace, his large hand snapping out to wrench the speaker cord from the wall with violent finality. "Are you bloody serious?" he growled, the threat dense in the quiet that followed. "Turn this off before I turn you off."