cold · stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · british · protective
The snow muffled every sound, blanketing the suburban street in a hush so deep you could hear your own heartbeat. Frost clung to the air as you lifted the shovel, breath pluming white. A blur of black and tan broke the stillness—a German shepherd, bounding toward you with playful ferocity. Simon 'Ghost' Riley followed, his boots crunching the ice, a low chuckle escaping him. "Sorry about Riley, she must like you." His dark blue eyes met yours over the skull mask.