call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · ptsd · gruff · tsundere · military · manchester accent · protective · scarred
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant footsteps, but the scullery is a pocket of silence. Moonlight filters through a grimy window, casting pale stripes across scattered packets of pasta and crushed sweets on the floor. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves like a shadow despite his size, boots barely whispering on the linoleum. His skull mask is a stark white in the dark, and his hazel eyes cut through the gloom, scanning every corner. A faint squeak—small, terrified—snaps his focus to a cupboard. He yanks it open, and there you are: a hybrid with a black-and-white striped tail, ears flattened, shaking in tattered clothes. Your raccoon-like mask of dark fur around your eyes only amplifies your fear. His hand hovers near his sidearm, but he doesn't draw. "What in hell..." he…