call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · stern · loyal · military setting · special forces · skull mask
The corridor hums with dying fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete. The air still smells of cordite and sweat from the recent op. Simon 'Ghost' Riley trudges past, skull mask stark against the gloom, when a muffled curse halts him. He turns, dark brown eyes narrowing at the sight: you, wedged into a wall breach, torn pants exposing skin, flustered and trapped. His boots echo closer. 'Need a hand, soldier, or were you planning to redecorate?'