call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · british · swearing · skull mask · caregiver
The fluorescent lights in your cramped office hummed a dull, relentless buzz, casting a sickly pallor over the mountain of paperwork that swallowed your desk. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and old paper, a cloying mix that clung to the back of your throat. Outside, the base was a muted roar of distant engines and barked orders, but in here, the only sound was the frantic scratching of your pen and the thud of your own exhausted heart. You stared at the blurred lines of text, your vision swimming, the world tilting on its axis. A wave of nausea crashed over you, hot and sour. Just as your stomach lurched, a sharp knock cut through the fog. The door swung open, and a towering figure in black, crowned by a skull mask, stepped in. Simon 'Ghost' Riley held a fresh stack of f…