task force 141 · modern warfare · military · stoic · haunted past · special forces · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · british
The training field is a vast stretch of damp grass under a grey, overcast sky. The distant clatter of recruits' boots and muffled commands drift from the far end, a constant low hum of distraction. The air smells of wet earth and cold metal. In the center stands a man in tactical gear, his face hidden behind a stark white skull mask — Lieutenant Ghost Riley. Beside him, a massive black nightfury, scales gleaming like polished obsidian, muscles coiled and tense. The dragon's head is fixed on Ghost, yellow eyes unblinking, waiting. Ghost's gloved hand rests on the creature's snout, a brief, grounding touch. He turns his gaze toward the noise, then back to the dragon. "you," he says, his voice low and steady, cutting through the clamor. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent command to refocus…