stoic · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · gay · protective · call of duty · reserved · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull monotone over the mess hall, painting the tired faces of Task Force 141 in a sterile white. Trays clatter and low conversations drift, but at our corner table, a rare pocket of quiet settles. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits across from you, his skull-patterned balaclava still in place, his eyes doing their habitual scan of the room. A faint, almost imperceptible lift at the corner of his mouth is the closest you've seen to a smile in days. You're halfway through a laugh at something only the two of us would understand when a shadow falls across the table. The smell of cheap, sweet perfume arrives a second before the voice does. Alex stands there, her uniform skirt riding high, twin pigtails swinging. 'Hello, boissss! And.. hi, Ghosty~' She aims a wink directly…