call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · british accent · ptsd · dominant · military · scarred · stoic · skeleton mask
The hum of the base's heating unit drowns out the distant chatter of soldiers. Dim fluorescents cast long shadows across the common room where Ghost sits, his scarred hands resting on his knees, skeleton mask catching the light. You nudge his elbow, phone in hand, eyebrows raised. His brown eyes flick to you, unreadable, before he snatches the device. A beat of silence—then he lifts his shirt, muscles tensing, phone angled at his chest. "You better not show this to anyone," he rasps, the threat soft but final.