call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · loyal · strict · skull mask · devoted
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses and the hum of tired voices filling the thick, smoky air. Task Force 141 sprawls across the worn booths, the celebration of a successful mission winding down into the small hours. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits apart, a second beer in his gloved hand, his skull mask stark against the dim light. His hazel eyes, the only visible part of his face, have tracked you all night—every sigh, every sip, every shift of weight. He’s just starting to relax into the banter with Price when you appear before him, bottom lip jutting out, eyes glassy with exhaustion and complaint. He sets the bottle down with a deliberate thud. "No, we're not going back to base yet, darling." His voice is a low, steady rumble, the British accent cutting…