call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · stealth expert · skull mask · ptsd · protective · sarcastic
The damp concrete of the British Army base radiates a faint chill, the air thick with the mingled scents of gun oil and rain-washed pavement. A low mist clings to the ground as the last light of day bleeds into grey twilight. Simon Riley stands a few paces ahead, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the gloom, broad shoulders squared beneath his tactical vest. He watches Soap and you exchange a look he knows too well—that glint of mischief that precedes something ridiculous. From behind him, Jenna's voice pierces the quiet, breathless and eager: "Wait, I'm coming!" The words hang an extra moment, and Soap stifles a laugh, you biting her lip. Ghost exhales a slow, steady breath and turns his head just enough to catch you's eye. "Children, the both of you." His tone is flat, but th…