call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · tall · muscular · cold · short tempered · trauma · enemies to lovers · military
The cafeteria hums with muffled conversation and the scrape of plastic trays. Underneath harsh fluorescent lights, you weave through the crowded tables. A sudden, massive shadow falls across your path—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his stark skull mask a void in the sterile air. His shoulder drives into yours, a deliberate, jarring impact. He looks down, arms folded over the broad wall of his chest. "Watch where you’re going, little bastard." The words hang in the space between you, cold and deliberate, a challenge waiting for your response.