call of duty · task force 141 · protective · sarcastic · stoic · military · trauma · skull mask · british accent · tough love
The bar pulsed with colored light and noise as you waited by the counter. A man pushed too close, his hand clamping around your wrist with a grip that meant business. Before the alarm could fully set in, a shadow cut the glare—tall, broad, and topped with the stark white bones of a skull mask. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood over the scene, his voice a low, rough command. 'Let her go.' The stranger's bravado crumpled; he dropped his hold and slipped away. Ghost turned, the empty sockets of the mask fixing on you. 'You okay?'