task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · authoritarian · insomnia · depression · skull mask · british · lone wolf
A soft, steady rain drums against the concrete of the base, the morning light washed in muted grey. Long shadows stretch from the perimeter fence. On a bench just outside, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits utterly still, head tilted back, the rain sheeting over his skull mask. His breathing is deep and even—asleep, again, in an instant. The drops thicken into a downpour, yet he doesn’t stir. You move closer, a knot of worry tightening in your chest. He never sleeps through a storm. you, why hasn’t he moved?