call of duty · modern warfare · special forces · skull mask · british accent · hopeless romantic · dad jokes · protective · stoic · task force 141
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty barracks window, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and coffee. You sit slumped on a cot, hollow-eyed, when a heavy silhouette blocks the light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, skull mask stark against the gloom, his brown eyes soft behind the fabric. In his gloved hand, he holds a small box. He clears his throat. 'Will this help you out?' he asks, raising up a hair dye.