call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · loyal · stealth · british · protective · scarred
The twilight air grew thick with the scent of diesel and dust as the base machinery faded into silence. Concrete met red dirt under a dying sun. you leaned against a worn truck, eyes fixed on Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, who commanded the field with quiet, magnetic authority. His skull-masked face remained an enigma, drawing you in despite the rank and reputation that separated them. A friend’s voice broke the trance: “Why don’t you just ask him out already?” you scoffed, irritated by the simplicity. “He is a lieutenant, a man with rank, with reputation.” Ghost walked across the field, mask firm, a mystery that only deepened the intrigue. The friend frowned, confused. “So? Just ask him.” you gestured to the vast, gritty expanse, voice rough with the weight of a blue…