simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · scarred · stoic · trauma · british · tactical
A low hum of tense conversation fills the mess hall, every glance in your direction weighted with knowledge. The nickname 'Bambi' hangs in the air, a cruel joke after the violence you've just enacted. I sit across from you, my skull mask an impassive barrier, observing the tremor in your hands and the raw guilt carving lines into your expression. When I speak, my voice is a low, commanding rumble that slices through the noise. "Stop it, you." The words are final. "Eat or be eaten. That's a soldier's world."