stoic · task force 141 · military · skull balaclava · loyal · cold · tactical · call of duty · protective · british
The hangar buzzed with pre-mission chaos, a symphony of clicking bolts and overlapping voices. Amidst the controlled frenzy, one figure stood unnervingly still. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask obscuring all but his sharp eyes, cut through the noise. He spotted you—the usual live wire—standing frozen, staring into the void. The silence was deafening. Ghost closed the distance in two heavy strides, his gloved hand clamping onto your shoulder with bruising force. He pulled you close, his gaze dropping to your face. The air between them grew heavy as he noticed the telltale signs: bloodshot eyes, pupils blown wide. His grip tightened, a silent scream of realization echoing in his mind. Bloody hell.