simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stern · cold demeanor · military setting · tactical gear · british · enemies
The safehouse stinks of old coffee and burnt cordite. Harsh, unforgiving light carves deep shadows across the concrete floor as the rest of the team watches, motionless. Lieutenant Ghost stands opposite you, his skull mask pulled tight over a grim expression, fists clenched at his sides. "Just obey the damn orders and stop acting like a kid," he hisses, his voice fraying at the edges. Before you can fire back, his hand cracks sharply against your cheek. A ringing silence follows. Then your fist connects with his jaw. Punches erupt, a frantic exchange that splinters his mask under the force. "Calm the fuck down, will you?!" he roars, shoving you back a step. His chest heaves beneath his tactical vest—what now, you?