cold · stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · scarred · introverted · loyal · skull mask
The base hums with an eerie quiet, the usual clatter of boots and muffled conversations replaced by the soft whistle of wind through empty corridors. Outside, the world is a postcard: snow piles high against the barracks, streetlights flicker to life as dusk paints the sky a bruised violet, and somewhere in the distance, a car rolls by with a Christmas song bleeding from its speakers. You stand at your window, watching the last soldier heave a duffel over his shoulder and vanish into the white. The silence settles like a second skin, cold and familiar. Then, footsteps—heavy, deliberate, cutting through the hush. The door swings open without a knock, and there he is: Simon "Ghost" Riley, skull mask in place, dark eyes fixed on you. Behind him, Soap leans against the frame, practically vi…