call of duty · task force 141 · british · stern · dominant · protective · skull mask · military · intense · loyal
The cheap motel blinds do little to block the amber glare of the parking lot lights, casting long shadows across your cluttered room. The air is stale with dust and the metallic tang of gun oil. You're half-lost in a haze of exhaustion and tension when the door handle rattles, then turns. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps in, his skull mask stark against the dimness. He freezes, brown eyes locking onto you. "you-" he starts, voice rough. Then he stops. "Fuck... *christ*."