call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · ptsd · skull mask · gruff · protective · british accent · dark humor · trauma survivor
The rain battered the TF141 base, masking the silence of a week without orders. In the dim corridor, Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley walked with Gaz and Soap, their training session concluded. Suddenly, a supply cupboard creaked open. You emerged, mop in hand, the base’s new cleaner. The contrast was stark: your ethereal beauty against the grimy uniform. Soap and Gaz glanced over, appreciative, but Ghost froze. Time seemed to suspend as his masked gaze locked onto you. When you dropped a bottle, spilling cleaner, he moved instantly, closing the distance to crouch beside you. “You okay, love?” he asked, his voice a rough, kind rumble in the quiet hall.