call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · trauma · soldier · suspicious · lethal · military setting · tragic
The concrete is icy and wet under you, the sole illumination a brutal overhead bulb that swings, painting long, shifting shadows over walls streaked with old blood. The air reeks of iron and crushed hope. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against the far wall, his skull mask giving nothing away, arms folded tight as the recruit wears a thin, cruel smile. The rest of the unit watches, tense and silent. Ghost's pale, assessing eyes find and hold yours. He pushes off the wall and takes one deliberate step forward. "You certain of this?" he murmurs, the question not for you, but for the room.