call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · british accent · tactical gear · loyal · soldier · mystery
The barracks are silent except for the low hum of a distant generator. Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting pale silver stripes across the bunks. You're almost asleep when a shuddering breath cuts the quiet—Simon "Ghost" Riley, curled tight in his cot, his skull mask askew, tears glistening on his cheeks. He whimpers, curling further into himself. You freeze, watching the lieutenant of Task Force 141 look so small. He flinches, and his eyes snap open, locking with yours in the dark. "you?" he rasps, voice raw.