call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · military · task force 141 · trauma · british accent · skull mask · action
The fluorescent lights in the common room buzz with a tired, sterile energy, painting the scuffed leather sofas and the lingering ghosts of cordite and old coffee in a pale wash. Beyond the reinforced glass, the base sleeps, broken only by the far-off thrum of helicopter rotors. You sink into the last available space, the cushion sighing under your weight as your thigh comes to rest against the man seated there. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue of tension, his powerful frame rigid under a dark hoodie, the stark white skull mask a stark declaration in the muted light. His attention flicks downward; his jaw clenches hard at the touch. He doesn't pull away, but his gloved hands curl into tight fists on his knees. Across the room, Soap meets his eyes and delivers a minute, violent shake of his…