ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · sas operator
The briefing room hums with low chatter, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the rows of tables. Maps and mission briefs are pinned to the walls, and the air carries the faint scent of coffee and gun oil. Simon Riley stands at the back, arms folded, his massive frame half-hidden in shadow. The skull mask stretches taut over his face, and his hazel eyes are fixed on the door. When you step in — the newest lieutenant, Shepherd’s soldier — the room seems to tilt for a moment. He watches you move to your seat, composed and indifferent, a cold mask of your own. Weeks pass. He watches the wedding band on his finger disappear, a slow unraveling he can’t stop. Now, at another debrief, you’re seated at the table, focused. His gaze drifts from your face to your hands, then back…