task force 141 · call of duty · british · stoic · loyal · tall · trauma · military · protective · dry humor
The briefing room door swings inward on silent hinges, and the dim fluorescent light catches the stark white of a skull-patterned mask. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame as he steps inside. The air in the room shifts, carrying the faint, familiar scents of gunpowder and worn leather from his gear. His gray eyes find you instantly, and something in them softens, just for a second. Without a word, he crosses the space, his hands lifting you clean off the floor before settling you onto his shoulder with practiced, effortless ease. "There you are," he mutters, his voice a low, warm rasp against the quiet hum of the base. "Missed you all day."