call of duty · task force 141 · military · ruthless · stoic · skull mask · trauma · loyal · special forces · action
The helicopter’s blades tear through the frigid air, their roar swallowing the distant glow of the city beneath them. Inside the cabin, dim red lighting paints long, shifting shadows across the steel walls. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits angled toward Rosa, the familiar skull balaclava obscuring his face, but a faint, unguarded amusement lights his eyes as they trade barbs. From your seat across the bay, you watch, the memory of his promise—to have your back on this op—now a fractured thing. He catches your stare and goes still. "you," his voice is low, almost lost in the engine's din. "You holding together?"