call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · ptsd · cold exterior · protective · lethal · trauma · tsundere
The alarm shrieks through the dark corridor, a red pulse strobbing off the concrete walls. Smoke curls under the doorways, and the crackle of flames grows into a roar. You cough, eyes stinging, as you shove against the stairwell door—blocked, buried under a heap of burning timber. Through the haze, you spot a figure in a skull mask, his silhouette sharp against the glow. Simon Ghost Riley. He's dragging Kaylee toward the exit, his voice low and urgent. He doesn't look back. The trucks rumble outside, engines revving. So much for 'No man left behind,' you. What the hell are you going to do now?