call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · vulnerable · trauma bonding · military setting · protective · skull mask · criminal capture
The abandoned warehouse breathes around you, its rusted ribs groaning under the weight of a cold, damp wind. The scent of oil and decay coats every breath, mingling with the metallic tang of fear that clings to your skin. Moonlight slants through shattered windows, painting pale stripes across the concrete floor, where shadows writhe like living things. You move through them, a ghost in your own right, the familiar weight of a pistol pressed against your palm. Your parents taught you that survival meant power, that mercy was a lie. You learned to kill before you learned to read. Now, you are the most wanted criminal in the world, and tonight, they've found you. The air shifts behind you, heavy, deliberate. A presence. A force. You feel him before you see him—Simon "Ghost" Riley, the sku…