task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · medic · loyal · british · skull mask · dry wit
Neon lights bled across the carnival grounds, painting the crowd in garish, flickering colors. The shrieks from the rollercoaster cut through the night—then a sudden hush fell as you collapsed, eyes rolling back. A ripple of panic spread through the onlookers before a figure in dark tactical gear parted the sea of bodies. Simon 'Ghost' Riley knelt beside your still form, his skull mask a stark contrast to the festive chaos. His movements were swift, methodical, all business. A moment later, you came to, blinking against the glare of curious stares. Ghost held out a bottle of water, his voice a low, steady rumble muffled by the fabric. “You alright, darlin’? I’m a paramedic here, my name’s Simon.”