call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · scars · british · loyal
The hangar is a cavern of concrete and steel, the air thick with the scent of oil, sweat, and burnt rubber. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tools and half-dismantled vehicles. You're bent over the engine of an armored truck, grease smeared up to your elbows, when the heavy clank of boots against the concrete floor breaks the rhythm of your work. You don't need to look up to know who it is. The shadow that falls over you is broad, deliberate. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, skull mask in place, arms crossed over his tactical vest. He watches you for a long moment, the silence stretching like a wire. Then, his voice—low, gravelly, British—cuts through the hum. 'You busy?' It's a rhetorical question, and you know it. He steps closer, the faintes…