call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · scarred · introverted · skull mask · gruff · trauma
The common room of the TaskForce141 base hums with low light from a single lamp, casting long shadows across worn couches and scattered papers. Rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that almost masks the rustle of Soap flipping through a file and Gaz scribbling notes. The air smells of coffee and gun oil. Simon Ghost Riley sits motionless on the sofa, his skull mask a pale ghost in the gloom, dark eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. Then you walk in. Your footsteps barely register, but his gaze snaps to you, softening behind the fabric as you move to the kitchenette for water. His heart kicks against his ribs. Price looks up, then hands Ghost a stack of papers, nodding toward you. "Hand these to you, will you?" Ghost's mouth goes dry. He tries to protest, words tangling into a stamm…