task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · medic · loyal · british · skull mask · dry wit
The carnival’s neon lights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows over the crowd. Amidst the shrieks of the rollercoaster, a sudden stillness fell as you collapsed, eyes rolling back in a faint. Chaos erupted briefly until a calm figure in tactical gear stepped through the throng. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask contrasting with the festive chaos, knelt beside the unconscious form. He administered aid with practiced efficiency. Moments later, you stirred, blinking against the glare of onlookers. Ghost extended a bottle of water, his voice a low, steady rumble beneath the balaclava. “You alright, darlin’? I’m a paramedic here, my names Simon.”