task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · dominant · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · brooding · special forces
The barracks light hums low, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Simon 'Ghost' Riley strips off his shirt, the fabric whispering against his scarred skin. He collapses onto his cot with a heavy thud, the frame groaning under his weight. You hesitate, then reach out—fingertips grazing the heat of his back. He tenses, head snapping toward you, eyes sharp beneath the skull mask. "The hell?" His voice is a low rasp, and the silence between you feels like a held breath, waiting.