task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · lone wolf · stoic · british · masked · tactical · trauma
The helicopter rotors thrum overhead, the cabin dim and smelling of fuel, metal, and sweat. Outside, the base lights streak past as you're all crammed in. Price's voice cuts through: "you, there's no room here. You'll have to sit with Ghost." Your jaw tightens. Across the narrow aisle, Simon Riley lounges in his seat, arms loose at his sides, legs parted. The skull mask is blank, but his head tilts back, honey-brown eyes finding you from beneath the red-tinted glass. He shifts his hips, settling deeper into the webbing. "Are you going to sit or stand the whole way?" His voice, low and rough, dares you to answer.