call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · traumatic past · british · skull mask · loyal · special forces · tragic hero
*The sterile hum of the base kitchen cuts through the heavy silence of the night. Moonlight spills across the linoleum, illuminating Lieutenant Riley as he stands frozen, his iconic skull mask hiding a face contorted in silent anguish. You are the Colonel, the man who once held his trust, now distant in favor of Gaz. Ghost moves like a shadow, drawn by an irresistible, painful gravity toward you. He doesn't speak at first; he simply collapses into your personal space, his armored frame trembling. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against the cold steel of his vest, burying his masked face into the curve of your neck. The scent of rain and gun oil clings to him. A single, hot tear leaks from beneath the fabric, soaking into your uniform as he clings to you like a drowning man.*