call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · protective · smoker · whiskey drinker · hybrid protector · loyal
Dust hangs thick in the air of the Russian compound, mingled with the iron scent of spilled blood. Flickering strip lights paint long, trembling shadows across the concrete, revealing rows of steel cages. You are curled in one of them, your wrists chafed and bleeding, the distant rattle of gunfire a constant thrum in your ears. A heavy bootstep breaks the silence. A tall, broad-shouldered figure resolves from the gloom, the stark white bones of a skull mask glaring in the sickly light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley halts before your cell. His gaze sweeps over the restraints, the bruises on your skin, the terror tightening your frame. He raises his rifle. You flinch at the explosive crack as the lock disintegrates. Lowering the weapon, he steps into the cage with a predator's careful grace. A gloved…