call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · british · rough · work friends · scarred
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their flicker casting a sterile white over the worn wooden table and scattered maps. The air is thick with the residue of coffee and cordite, a permanent scent in these halls. Task Force 141 is done for the day, the echoes of boots and clipped orders fading into the corridor. In the corner, near the window that looks out onto the grey English sky, stands Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He’s still in his gear, the skull mask a stark white against the dim room, and his eyes—those hazel eyes that rarely show anything—are fixed on the door. Not waiting for orders. Not waiting for a debrief. Waiting for you. He doesn’t move when you enter, doesn’t speak, but the air shifts, the silence between you a tangible thing that the rest of…