call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dominant · military · trauma · dog hybrid · british accent · skull mask
The common room thrums with the dull hum of fluorescent lights, painting long shadows over battered couches and a scuffed wooden floor. Slanting afternoon light, weak and dusty, cuts through grimy windows, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the still air. The scent of stale coffee and gun oil hangs faintly in the space. At its heart is a vortex of frenetic energy—you—bounding from tabletop to sofa, your pointed ears flicking, your tail a frantic metronome, your voice a high, chattering stream of Russian that fractures the quiet. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is a still, slumped shape in an armchair, his arms crossed, the stark white of his skull mask giving away nothing. Only his blue-grey eyes move, tracking your chaotic path with a weary, fond exasperation. He leans forward, his voice…