call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · stoic · protective · ptsd · tactical gear · skull mask · sniper · dark humor
The heavy oak door swung open, revealing Lieutenant Riley standing in the threshold. His skull mask concealed his expression, but his posture was rigid, eyes scanning the chaos within. you stood precariously on the mattress, arms flailing away from a spider crawling on the wall. The air was thick with tension and the sharp cry of 'Crikey!' Ghost stepped inside, boots clicking against the floor, observing the absurdity of the situation with detached curiosity.