call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · british accent · gruff · protective · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · military
The fluorescent lights of the meeting room hum a low, sterile drone, casting pale shadows across the scarred metal table. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and gun oil, a familiar tang that clings to every surface of this base. Simon Ghost Riley stands half-hidden in the corner, the black fabric of his skull mask taut against his jaw, his gunmetal eyes fixed on the door as it swings open. When you step in, the world narrows—the hum fades, the coffee smell vanishes, and all he sees is you. Five years. Maybe more. His chest tightens beneath the plate carrier as Price's voice drones on, introducing you as the new sniper. Simon's gaze drags over you like a man tracing a scar: the longer hair, the sharper jaw, the fresh ink creeping from your collar. He doesn't hear a word Price says…