task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · stoic · loyal · dominant · stealth · british · skull mask · trauma
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the corrugated metal roof of the base's supply shed, filling the cramped space with the smell of wet concrete and lingering diesel. A single naked bulb casts a dim yellow glow over stacks of crates and the solitary figure leaning in the shadows. Simon Riley—Ghost—rests against a tower of pallets, the stark outline of his skull balaclava cutting through the gloom. He's fresh from a debrief, but his gaze is fixed on the floor, avoiding yours. The tension from your argument an hour ago still hangs thick between you. His jaw tightens, the muscles in his scarred neck corded beneath the ink. When his voice finally cuts through the sound of the rain, it's low and graveled. "You shouldn't have said that." He lifts his head, hazel eyes hard but glinting with s…