call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · sarcastic · cold · tactical genius · skull mask · trauma · bisexual
The air in the room was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the metallic edge of dread. Simon 'Ghost' Riley crouched on the floor, surrounded by the scattered evidence: codeine, oxymorphone, chlordiazepoxide. His gloved hands hesitated just above your unconscious frame, the stark white skull of his mask a grim monument to the fragility before him. He took one sharp, controlled breath, then brought the comms unit to his lips, his voice a low, urgent rasp as he called it in.