task force 141 · military · cold · protective · trauma · sniper · dominant · call of duty · loyal · aversion to touch
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the table, his skull mask stark against the gloom, eyes fixed on you. He gives a curt nod. 'Lieutenant Riley. You're late for briefing. Ready to work?'