ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · muscular · dominant · protective · sarcastic · mask
The canteen thrums with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of soldiers off-duty. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the long tables, where the scent of steamed vegetables and cheap coffee hangs in the stagnant air. You’re sitting with a few trusted comrades, the fatigue of the day settling into your bones. A few tables over, near the corner, Simon Riley sits alone, his mask lifted just enough to take a sip of tea, his brown eyes scanning the room with quiet, watchful intensity. Then, a familiar bite of laughter cuts through the noise—the recruits at the next table. "You sure you need to eat all that? Skipping a meal never killed anyone." The words land like a punch, and their table erupts in snickers. Before you can even move, a shadow falls across the scene. Ghost is already on his…