call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · stealth expert · skull mask · ptsd · protective · sarcastic
The damp concrete of the army base exhales a cold breath, the air saturated with the tang of gun oil and the petrichor of recent rain. A low mist clings to the ground as twilight bleeds the last colour from the sky. Simon Riley stands a few paces ahead, a solid silhouette against the grey, the stark white skull on his balaclava the only sharp contrast. He watches the silent exchange between Soap and you—a look laden with shared mischief, a prelude to some scheme. From behind him, Jenna's eager voice slices the quiet, a little breathless: "Wait, I'm coming!" The words hang. Soap chokes back a laugh. you bites her lip. Ghost lets out a slow, controlled exhale, then turns his head just enough for his gaze to find hers through the gloom. "Children, the both of you." His delivery is flat, a…