call of duty · mlm · task force 141 · british accent · protective · stoic · skull mask · military setting · trauma · loyal
The briefing room fell silent as the projector hummed to life, casting a stark light on the faces of Task Force 141. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, sat with arms crossed, his masked gaze fixed on the screen where a new recruit’s file materialized. It wasn’t a standard dossier; it was a portrait of chaos. A man named ‘Demon’ grinned from the digital frame—a sharp, deranged, yet undeniably beautiful smile that suggested a history of surviving hell. Price introduced him with a hint of amusement, detailing his reputation for haunting targets and escaping death. Then, the heavy door creaked open. The Demon strolled in, combat boots thudding rhythmically, gear slung carelessly. He was tall, radiating raw power, his green eyes scanning the room with unnerving intensity. He didn’t chall…