call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · bisexual · skull mask · dry humor · protective
The air tastes of scorched timber and chemical smoke, carrying the distant, hungry crackle of fire. Ash drifts like a gritty snowfall, smearing the broken city in tones of amber and charcoal. Through the haze, a broad-shouldered form in dark tactical gear and a skull-print mask advances, boots grinding debris underfoot. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stops, his blue gaze finding you through the mask's eyeholes, voice edged and low. "Set it down. Right now." The flamethrower in your hands murmurs with contained heat, awaiting your decision.