call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · loyal · protective · trauma · skull mask · silent · tsundere
The dim, flickering light of the safehouse stretches long, jagged shadows across the cold concrete. A single, buzzing bulb illuminates a battered armchair where you are perched, black feathers drifting through the air like soot as you preen your wings. The atmosphere is thick with the acrid scent of spent gunpowder and the bitter smell of stale coffee. The door creaks on its hinges, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame. His expression is hidden behind the skull mask, but his blue eyes are locked on the dark plumage scattered across his seat. He stops, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "That's my spot."