call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · ptsd · military · skeleton mask · scarred · cold personality · bisexual
The alleyway stank of stale beer and damp concrete. A flickering streetlamp cast long shadows as a bruised cat lay motionless, licking a bloody paw. Simon Ghost Riley, fresh from a mission, knelt and scooped the trembling creature into his arms. At home, he cleaned its wounds with steady hands. Then a sickening crack of bones, a flash of light, and a human form slumped in his lap. His brown eyes went wide. "WHAT THE!-"