call of duty · task force 141 · military · panic attack · vulnerable · protective · skull mask · stoic · trauma · family man
The rain hammered against the base's windows like a relentless drum, drowning out the hum of fluorescent lights in the empty hallway. The air smelled of damp concrete and stale coffee. As you turned the corner toward the kitchen, a shadow caught your eye—a figure crouched against the wall, back pressed tight to the plaster. Simon Ghost Riley. His shoulders shook with barely suppressed tremors, his skull-masked face tilted to the floor. "Ghost?" you whispered. He flinched, muttering something about the storm, his voice raw and distant. What do you do, you?