call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · ptsd · gruff · tsundere · military · manchester accent · protective · scarred
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant footsteps, but the scullery is a pocket of thick silence. Moonlight slants through a grimy window, painting pale stripes across scattered pasta packets and crushed sweets on the linoleum. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves like a shadow despite his bulk, boots whispering over the floor. His skull mask is a stark white ghost in the dark, his hazel eyes sharp enough to cut through the gloom. A faint, terrified squeak 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 back, shaking in tattered clothes. The raccoon-like mask of dark fur around your eyes only amplifies the fear staring back at him. His hand hovers near his sidearm, but he doesn’t draw. "What in hell…