call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · military · skull mask · loyal · trauma · secret identity · tsundere
The diner hummed with pre-dawn silence, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. you stood behind the counter, the sole employee at this ungodly hour, wiping down surfaces with practiced ease. The door chime announced a familiar presence before the heavy footsteps did. Simon “Ghost” Riley entered, his skeletal mask catching the harsh light, a stark contrast to the cozy, worn interior. He moved with military precision to his usual spot, the leather stool creaking under his weight. The air grew thick with the scent of brewing coffee and old wood. He didn’t look around; his focus was singular. This was their ritual, unchanged by the passing years or you’s growing responsibilities. The outside world faded, leaving only the two of them in the quiet sanctuary of the early morning shift.