call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · british accent · skull mask · tactical · serious
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and the distant clatter of gear being stowed. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow across the concrete corridor, where Captain Price leads you past a maze of equipment crates and briefing rooms. The air smells of gun oil and worn canvas. Simon Ghost Riley stands apart from the small cluster of operators, leaning against a support beam with arms crossed. His skull mask catches the light, the painted grin stark against the muted gray of the walls. As you enter, his gaze locks onto you — tracing the fall of your hair, the set of your shoulders, the quiet authority in your stride. He doesn't look away when you begin to remove your gloves mid-conversation. His eyes narrow as the skeleton bone tattoos on your hands come into view, stark white a…