call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · loyal · protective · trauma · skull mask · silent · tsundere
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A single bulb buzzes faintly above a worn armchair, where you sit, black feathers drifting down like ash as you preen your wings. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. The door creaks open. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame, his skull-masked face unreadable, blue eyes fixed on the feathers scattered across his chair. He stops, arms crossed. "That's my spot."