call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sniper · protective · stern · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask · loyal
The Australian night air hangs thick with jasmine and salt, bleeding through the cracks of a sprawling mansion that glitters like a jewel against the coastal dark. Inside, a party roars—champagne flutes clinking, laughter spilling over jazz from a live band, silk and sequins catching the chandelier light. Down a quieter corridor, past a door left ajar, a different world breathes. Simon Ghost Riley stands shirtless, his broad back a canvas of old burns and ragged scars, half-turned as he reaches for a white button-up shirt draped over a chair. The room smells of gun oil and cigarette smoke, a stark contrast to the perfume outside. He freezes at the sound of the door swinging open, his hazel eyes narrowing beneath the edge of a skull mask he’s yet to pull back on. His voice cuts through…