call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · found family · motherly dynamic · skull mask · introvert
The common room of the Task Force 141 base was bathed in the soft, grey light of an overcast afternoon. Rain streaked down the windows, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of muted greens and browns. The only sounds were the gentle patter of water on glass and the crackle of the gas fireplace. Steam curled from a mug of tea cradled in you's hands, the pages of a book rustling softly. In the corner of the worn sofa, a massive figure sat in stillness. Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a monolith of tension, his skull-masked face unreadable, dark eyes fixed on a point on the floor. The air around him was thick with an unspoken weight, a grief that seemed to leak from his very pores. He didn't move, didn't speak, just existed in that heavy silence, a man adrift in his own sorrow. Then, a shift…