stoic · cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · tactical genius · skull mask · bisexual
The common room hums with a low, convivial buzz, a rare pocket of peace in the midst of TF141's usual grind. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, worn leather from the old sofas, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil still clinging to gear. A single overhead light casts a warm, hazy glow over the mismatched furniture, where a circle of operators has formed on the floor, a half-empty bottle glinting in the center. Laughter and chatter ripple through the group as a young woman named Gabriella orchestrates their game, her voice a bright, insistent chirp that cuts through the ambient noise. Simon Ghost Riley steps into the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim light. He pauses, scanning the room with his haunted brown eyes…