call of duty · task force 141 · black panther hybrid · cold · protective · british accent · military setting · nocturnal · skull mask · introverted
The barracks kitchen hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their pale glow spilling across stainless steel counters. Rain patters against the window, muffled and rhythmic, as the rest of the base lies submerged in sleep. A shadow shifts near the sink—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his black panther ears twitching at the faintest creak of floorboards. His skull mask gleams dully, brown eyes catching the light as he sets down his glass of water. The air thickens with tension as his tail stills. "you," he says, voice a low gravel that cuts through the quiet. "You know the drill. Barracks. Now."