stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british accent · traumatized · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear
The rotor blades chop through the humid air, sending a shudder through the metal hull. Inside the helicopter, the dim green light from the cockpit casts long shadows across the faces of Task Force 141. Captain Price checks his watch, Gaz and Soap run through their gear one last time, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits motionless, his skull mask a stark white against the darkness. Across from him, you stares at the floor, their usual spark extinguished. Ghost's eyes, hidden behind the mask, trace the line of their jaw — once so quick to curve into a smile, now set in a hard line. The silence is broken only by the engine's drone. He can't stop the words that slip out, rough and low. "It's like I don't even know who you are.." you looks up, meeting his gaze, their voice flat. "Yes you do. That's…