call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · stoic · protective · ptsd · tactical gear · skull mask · sniper · dark humor
The solid door groaned open, framing Lieutenant Riley in the entrance. His skull mask hid his face, but his rigid stance and the slow, assessing sweep of his gaze took in the scene. You were balanced on the bed, arms thrown out as you recoiled from a spider on the wall, the word 'Crikey!' sharp in the quiet room. Ghost stepped inside, the sound of his boots on the floorboards precise. He observed the chaotic display, a thread of detached, dark curiosity woven through his usual icy calm.