call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · trauma · protective · tactical · skull mask · british
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzzed faintly, casting a pale, clinical glow over the concrete walls of the safehouse. The air was thick with the metallic tang of gunpowder and the lingering scent of sweat from the mission—a mission that had left its mark on everyone. Boots had echoed through the corridors moments ago, but now there was only silence, broken by a sound that shouldn't be there. A ragged, shuddering breath, barely audible over the hum. You followed the noise, your own footsteps careful, until you stood before a door left slightly ajar. Inside, the dim light fell on a figure hunched on the edge of a cot, broad shoulders trembling, head buried in hands. The infamous skull mask lay discarded on the floor, a hollow shell beside him. Simon Riley—Ghost—looked up as yo…