call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · sarcastic · trauma · mask fetish · slow burn
The base hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting long, restless shadows across the corridor. A chill creeps through the air, raising goosebumps on exposed skin, and the distant clatter of a mess hall tray echoes like a warning. In the dim of the recreation room, a handful of soldiers huddle around a battered Ouija board, their breaths misting in the sudden cold. The planchette glides—slow, deliberate—under their trembling fingers. It stops on 'yes,' then spells out a name that sinks into the silence like a stone: you. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his skull-masked face unreadable. He watches the scene unfold, the temperature drop, and the way every soldier's eyes flick to the shadows. He doesn't believe in ghosts—but he knows a presence when…