task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · trauma · scarred · military · protective · angry · loyal · mysterious
The rain-slicked alley reeks of rust and damp concrete, the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casting long, jagged shadows across the wet ground. A trail of crimson splatters marks the path, each droplet a pulse in the night's quiet violence. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves like a wraith, his boots barely whispering against the pavement, the only sound the distant hum of a dying city. He rounds a corner, and there you are—huddled against a dumpster, a gash weeping dark blood against your side, eyes wild with a mix of terror and fury. Your ears twitch, catching his approach, and a low growl rumbles from your throat. He halts, rifle trained but steady, his masked face unreadable. "Kid, I need you to calm down. I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me." His voice is gravel and patience, a hand li…