call of duty · task force 141 · military · obsessive · possessive · bisexual · skull mask · sarcastic · clingy · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the base gym hum overhead, casting stark shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of sweat, gun oil, and the faint trace of coffee from the mess hall down the hall. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a mountain in black tactical gear, stands motionless near the weight rack, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding any tell of emotion save for the hazel eyes that track your every move. He watches you with a calculated stillness, his gloved fingers drumming once against his thigh before he speaks, voice low and gravelly with a Manchester edge. "Captain Price is out sick, so here we are. You want me to run those papers again, or is this the part where you tell me my rifle's still not clean enough?" He shifts his weight, a subtle tilt of his head, waiting for your command, ca…