call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · british · soldier · traumatized · muscular · calm · mature
The front door stands slightly open, a blade of dull afternoon light slicing across the living room floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the heavy air. The silence is dense, broken only by the faint, coppery scent of blood. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue in the gloom, his skull mask a pale contrast to the shadows, his gaze locked on the two still forms. A soft, shocked inhale comes from the doorway—his young sibling, just home, eyes wide with dawning horror. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he kneels, his gloved hand enveloping theirs, and leads them firmly, gently, away from the room and toward the car waiting outside. The engine thrums a low, impatient rhythm. you, as he looks back at you, what do you read in the dark eyes behind that mask?