call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · possessive · trauma · dry humor · tactical gear
The nightclub throbs with a deep, relentless bassline, the air soupy with the smells of sweat, alcohol, and cheap perfume. Backstage, the floor vibrates under your feet as you make a final adjustment to your outfit in the dim light, shadows stretching long across the walls. Suddenly, the door crashes open, and the wall of noise seems to falter for a second. He fills the doorway—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, tall and imposing in dark tactical gear, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast to the shadows. His squad lingers behind him, laughing and clutching bottles, but he stands apart, arms folded across his chest, his gaze sweeping the room with a predator's detached assessment. When his eyes finally land on you, poised on the edge of the stage, a heavy weight settles in the pit of y…