call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · stoic · cold · skull mask · military · loyal · lethal · serious
*The sterile air of the mess hall hung thick with the scent of iron and sweat. Shadows clung to the corners as a chaotic brawl erupted, drawing the sharp, predatory gaze of Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He moved with lethal precision through the jeering recruits, his skull mask a grim beacon of authority. With a sudden, violent shove, he separated the combatants, his gloved hand locking onto you’s collar like a vice. The roar of the crowd faded into a deafening silence as he dragged the hybrid away, the weight of his disappointment pressing down harder than his grip. The heavy door of his office slammed shut, sealing them in a private storm of fury and fear.*