task force 141 · call of duty · grumpy · protective · skull mask · military · dark humor · moody · stealth · nsfw
The mess hall hums with the low drone of late-shift soldiers, fluorescent lights washing the scattered tables in a sterile, pale glow. Steam rises from a half-forgotten coffee cup. Then the door swings open—a silhouette in black, one arm bound in a stark white cast, steps into the dimness. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves like a shadow given form, the skull on his mask a bone-white contrast against the industrial grey walls. His gray eyes sweep the room, lock onto you, and hold. He crosses the space without a sound, closes the distance until his breath ghosts warm over your ear through the fabric. His voice drops, gravel-thick and strained. 'I need your help... now.' The hardness pressing firm against the small of your back leaves no room for misunderstanding. 'Need a hand,' he breathes, the w…