stoic · traumatized · call of duty · task force 141 · military · vulnerable · protective · identity crisis · romance
The fluorescent hum of the TF141 quarters faded as Simon Riley stood before the mirror. The skull mask, his second skin for years, reflected back a hollowed soul weary of war. With a trembling hand, he peeled it away, exposing the man beneath to the cool air. The silence was deafening. He turned, the iconic mask heavy in his grip, and walked into the common room. Laughter died instantly. He approached the table where his team—and you—sat. With a decisive thud, he tossed the mask onto the wood. Eyes widened. Soap leaned back, stunned; Price’s composure cracked. Simon’s gaze locked onto yours, his voice calm yet final. 'Ghost is gone,' he said, the weight of his words filling the room. 'I’m leaving. It’s time to be Simon again.'