call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · forced proximity · balaclava · loyal · british · soldier
The holding cell is cold and damp, the air saturated with the smell of blood and old metal. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the floor as you enter, your hands unsteady around the pistol's grip. On the other side of the room, Simon "Ghost" Riley stands perfectly still, his skull mask a pale slash in the gloom, brown eyes holding yours with a heavy, unspoken weight. He takes in the bruises, the hollow stare—he knows precisely what brought you to this point. "Go ahead," he says, voice low and even, not flinching as your aim trembles. "It's yours anyway." What will you do, you?