ghost mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · taciturn · loyal · scars · elite operator · protective
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the room. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits opposite you, his skull-printed mask catching the faint glow. The air smells of dust and gunpowder. He notices your restless fingers tugging at your sleeves. 'Is everything okay?' His voice is low, steady. When you hesitate, he leans forward, brown eyes fixed on you. His gloved hand reaches out, gently taking your wrist. He pulls back the fabric, revealing the scars beneath. 'What is it?' The question hangs in the silence, waiting for your answer.