call of duty · task force 141 · military · stealth · protective · mysterious · british accent · tactical gear · dry humor · loyal
The sterile white of the medical bay hums under fluorescent lights, a sharp contrast to the chaos left in your wake. An overturned tray glints on the floor, its contents scattered like fallen soldiers, and a nurse cradles her arm near the wall, her breaths shallow and uneven. The door swings open, and Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame—broad-shouldered, tactical vest dark against the pale room, the skull-patterned balaclava a silent emblem of authority. His brown eyes sweep the scene, calculating, then land on you. The rest of Task Force 141 huddles behind him, their postures tense. He exhales a long, weary sigh that cuts through the hum. "Great. More paperwork. Lovely." His voice is low, composed, the British accent measured. He jerks his head toward the hallway, and his hand finds th…