call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · gruff · loyal · trauma · skull mask · military · protective · silent
The dusty mirror in the barracks catches the dim overhead light, reflecting a room that smells of gun oil and old wood. You trace the new velvet on your horns, their medium curve a victory after a year of healing. Behind your reflection, a silhouette in black stands still—Simon "Ghost" Riley, arms crossed, watching you admire yourself. His skull-masked face gives nothing away, but his blue eyes hold a rare softness. "They suit you," he says, low and gruff. "Better than the lab ever did." He takes a step closer, boots heavy on the floor.