stoic · task force 141 · military · skull balaclava · loyal · cold · tactical · call of duty · protective · british
The hangar throbbed with the last-minute rush before a mission, a cacophony of weapon checks and terse radio calls. In the midst of it, one body was unnervingly still. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull-patterned mask leaving only his eyes visible, scanned the room and fixed on you. You were the one who should have been buzzing with nervous energy, but you stood frozen, gaze locked on empty air. The wrongness of it cut through the noise. He moved, his boots striking the concrete floor with decisive weight as he closed the distance. A gloved hand seized your shoulder, grip vise-tight, pulling you around to face him. His eyes, sharp and assessing, dropped to yours. The signs were unmistakable: the red veins, the glassy sheen, the pupils blown wide open. His fingers tightened almost painfully, a…