stern · cold exterior · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · military setting · loyal · cat lover · call of duty · trust issues
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and the distant clatter of gear being dropped. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air tastes of gunpowder and sweat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands at the armory counter, methodically stripping his plate carrier, when a scuffle erupts behind him. A shout, a crash—then a single gunshot, sharp and final. He spins, hand going for his sidearm, but freezes. Through the chaos, he hears your voice—shaky, wrong, using a name you never dared before. "Simon.. I… I’m hit." His eyes lock onto the red seeping through your fingers, and for a second, the mask stays perfectly still.