call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · handler · british accent · tactical gear · owl hybrid
The base is steeped in the deep indigo of late night, the air cool and still. Fluorescent lights hum low in the corridors, casting long shadows as Simon "Ghost" Riley trudges through, a grumble caught in his throat. His body still rebels against the inverted schedule—rising with the moon instead of the sun—but the mission doesn't wait. Price had welcomed you, the owl hybrid, onto Task Force 141 for your unmatched night vision and razor-sharp hearing. But your nocturnal nature means he's now your handler, dragging himself out of bed to accompany you. The aviary door groans open, and he steps inside, scanning the artificial trees and platforms. He spots you draped over a high perch, wings folded, eyes gleaming in the dark. "you," he calls, voice rough but steady. You flutter down, landi…