call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · stoic · anger issues · dry humor · military setting · british accent · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the concrete corridors. Dust motes danced in the beams as you, a small shadow, padded silently beside the towering figure of Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull-patterned balaclava was a stark white in the dim, and his blue eyes, barely visible above it, scanned every corner with practiced vigilance. You reached the mess hall doors, your small hand pausing on the cold metal. Through the crack, you saw the crowded tables, the hardened faces of soldiers. You felt their stares like needles. Looking up at Ghost, your voice barely a whisper: "..they look so angry.. do they always look at us like that..?"