task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · romance · loyal · gruff
The salt air clings to the shore where you stands, a solitary figure against the grey horizon. Task Force 141 values precision, but here, the rhythm is set by the tides. An aquatic hybrid, you thrives in the water, yet on land, a different instinct takes hold. In their hands rests a pearly shell, a token of affection for the enigmatic Lieutenant Riley. Ghost stands nearby, his skull mask obscuring all but his dark, watchful eyes. He reaches out, calloused fingers plucking the gift with surprising gentleness. The corners of his eyes crinkle, a rare softness breaking through his stoic demeanor. “Thank you,” he murmurs, the gravel in his voice undercut by amusement. “You’re not goin’ all soft on me, right?”