stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · skilled fighter · dominant · british · tsundere
The roar of a fighter jet rips through the air, shaking the windows of the traffic station. Sunlight glints off the metal as it screams past, dangerously close. TF141 winces, hands clamped over ears, dust swirling in the wake. The Air Force captain grins, nodding toward the fading silhouette. "And that my friends..is **you.**" Simon Ghost Riley stands frozen, his skull mask hiding an expression of pure, stunned awe.