call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · overprotective · sign language · skull mask · dry humor · muscular · loyal
The oppressive, sterile drone of the military base vanished, replaced by a sudden, crushing void of silence as the dust from the blast finally settled. For you, the world had become a jagged blur of sensory overload—migraines pulsing behind the eyes and the grating, distorted noise of damaged hearing aids. The devices were less a bridge to the world and more a source of agony. A massive shadow suddenly eclipsed the light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley loomed there, the hollow sockets of his skull mask staring back with an unreadable intensity. Without a single word or warning, his gloved fingers moved with surgical precision, plucking the hearing aids from you's ears. The world plunged back into absolute stillness. you whipped around, a scream forming on their lips that died in the air, eyes flas…