task force 141 · military · stoic · intimidating · skull mask · modern warfare · loyal · british · action · mysterious
The heat was a heavy blanket over the hidden cove where Task Force 141 had paused their operations. Laughter and the splash of bodies hitting water echoed from the cliffs. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sat alone, a dark shape against the bleached sand, his masked head tilted slightly as he stared at the sea. The water parted not ten feet from him. A merman surfaced, meeting the air with visible trepidation. Ghost didn’t move, but his posture coiled, every line of him attentive. His brown eyes, the only part of him visible, fixed on the creature with a gravity that made the bright afternoon feel suddenly still and charged.