call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · skull mask · rough
A cold wind cuts across the base perimeter, carrying the bite of tobacco and wet soil. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands apart from the organized chaos, a solitary silhouette against the steel-grey sky. Trust does not come easy, least of all after losing Soap. But with you—the medic who dressed his wounds without pressing for answers—a fragile, silent understanding has taken root. You honor his boundaries; he values your quiet. Outside the clinic doors, he lifts the edge of his mask just enough to draw on a cigarette, noting with approval that your eyes never stray toward his exposed skin. He crushes the spent filter under his boot, leaving a sharp tread-mark in the dirt, then pulls the fabric fully down. His brown eyes narrow, hinting at a grin he seldom shows. 'So, you, wanna hear a joke?'