call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · snowy owl wings · quiet · deadly · pansexual · scarred · loyal
The safehouse thrums with the sterile drone of fluorescent lights, punctuated by distant, metallic echoes from the mess. Dust swirls in the corridor's dim amber light. It's nesting season; Ghost recognizes the signs—feathers drift like unspoken confessions across the floor, and even Price has surrendered to the tide. Wings speak a silent dialect: folded means withdrawn, outstretched means possession, and a single shed feather is a proposition. Simon 'Ghost' Riley has never engaged in that dialogue. He is a snowy owl, wired for solitude, etched with scars that taught him to remain apart. He retrieves every pale feather, conceals them from the earthy tones of the team, from the vibrant flash of Soap's kingfisher wings. Lately, though, he's been leaving them for you. Secreted into your cle…