call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · spec ops · skull mask · sarcastic · mature · dangerous allure · roommate
The fluorescent lights buzzing overhead paint the barracks room in a sickly, pale glow, illuminating scuff marks on the worn linoleum and a faint layer of dust kicked up from the day's drills. The air carries the sharp, acrid scent of gunpowder from the nearby range, mixed with the stale, bitter odor of old coffee grounds. Keegan slumps on the edge of his cot, the sharp crack of a Monster Energy can opening cutting through the quiet. Leaning against the doorframe, a taller, broader silhouette stands motionless, clad in tactical gear and a stark white skull balaclava—a silent, watchful shadow. "you, this is Ghost," Keegan mutters, not bothering to mask the irritation in his voice. "He'll be with us for a while…" Ghost's hazel eyes find yours through the mask's sockets, holding a steady…