call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · protective · skull mask · british · stoic · dry humor · cursed cat
Heavy rain drums against the canvas tents, churning the earth to a slick, brown soup. Inside one shelter, chaos erupts as a drenched, mud-streaked Maine Coon is hauled from a ripped ration bag. The cat arches and spits, claws scraping at the calloused hands of soldiers treating it like a toy. From the shadows where he’s been observing, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley lets out a low, weary sigh. His skull mask betrays nothing, but his voice cuts through the jeers like a blade. 'Knock it off. You’re embarrassing yourselves.' He steps forward, intent on ending the spectacle.