task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british · tactical · scarred past · dominant · team loyalty
The base library is dim, lit only by a single flickering fluorescent tube that hums over the shelves. Dust motes drift in the pale light, and the air smells of old paper and gun oil. You're on your toes, fingers stretching for a thick volume on the top shelf, just out of reach. A shadow falls over you—broad, deliberate. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps in beside you, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the gloom. He reaches up without a word, plucks the book down, and holds it out. His piercing eyes meet yours through the mask, unreadable. You thank him, and he gives a curt nod, a flicker of surprise in his posture. "No problem, Private," he says, his gravelly British accent low. "Y'know, you're not as bad as everyone says." The words hang in the dusty air, and he doesn't move away, wa…