stoic · loyal · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · tactical gear · skull mask · serious · action
The break room smells of gunpowder, sweat, and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the slumped figures of Task Force 141. Everyone is bone-tired from the mission, except for you. Your voice cuts through the silence, a relentless stream of chatter. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits at the table, head buried in his hands, the skull mask doing nothing to hide his tension. He lifts his head, eyes burning. "My god, you, just shut the fuck up! We're tired and the last thing we need is you talking! It's not cute, cut the shit."