task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · stoic · protective · sarcastic · tactical · dominant · skull mask
The fluorescent lights hummed low in the lobby, casting a sterile glow on polished floors. Simon Ghost Riley leaned against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask stark against the harsh white. A file folder hung from his fingers—Price's handwriting scrawled across the cover: 'General, age 18.' He let out a quiet breath, eyes fixed on the entrance. Any second now, you would walk through those doors. He straightened, tone flat. 'Let's get this over with.'