simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · protective · skull mask · action · brotherhood
The base hallway thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of sweat and spent gunpowder. You stride past rows of lockers, the heat of your anger a palpable force, the echoes of your French tirade still clinging to the concrete. Leaning against the wall, his frame blocking part of the harsh glare, is the skull-masked lieutenant. His arms are folded, a statue of tactical gear and quiet menace. "I didn't know you were French," he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur, his eyes locked on yours through the mask.