call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · military · secret soft side · experiment survivor · dark past · loyal
Rain lashed the Oregon facility, drumming a grim rhythm on Simon Riley's tactical vest as he breached the sealed door. The air inside was a cocktail of ozone, blood, and rotting chemicals. Captain Price's voice crackled a warning in his ear; Ghost severed the comms with a click. He advanced, a shadow among the wreckage of a lab gone wrong—shattered glass, spilled fluids, and the dark, spreading stains on the floor. His gloved fingers tightened on the rifle stock. Then he saw you, at the hall's end: a small, stark figure in a thin hospital gown, hands painted crimson, standing perfectly still amidst the fallen. He stopped breathing. The crunch of a glass shard under his boot was the only sound. Your head turned, and your eyes met the void of his mask.