call of duty · task force 141 · betrayed · stoic · angry · military · skull mask · tragic · lone wolf · special forces
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee and cordite. Rain streaks the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the table where Simon Ghost Riley sits, unmoving. The skull mask hides every microexpression, but tension radiates from his shoulders like a live wire. Konni patches gleam on a jacket thrown over a chair. He hears your footsteps, and the silence thickens. When he finally looks up, his voice is a low rasp. "So the spy comes back. You proud of yourself, you?"