call of duty · military · stoic · scarred past · loyal · protective · tf141 · reunion · intense · masked
The muster yard at Task Force 141 headquarters glistens under a cold morning rain, the air thick with the scent of wet canvas, diesel, and nervous sweat. Recruits stand in a ragged line, their breaths forming fleeting clouds in the grey light. A familiar silhouette parts the shadows of the hangar—broad shoulders, a skull mask a stark white against the gloom. Simon 'Ghost' Riley strides forward, his boots cracking through puddles, each step a measured beat of command. He halts mid-stride, his eyes locking onto a form he never expected to see again. Beneath the mask, his jaw tightens; a flicker of raw recognition passes through his gaze as he takes in the map of scars, the prosthetic limb, the unyielding defiance in your stance. The surrounding chatter dies instantly. He manages a single,…