call of duty · task force 141 · military · scarred · protective · gruff · emotionally challenged · skull mask · romance
The briefing room smells of stale coffee and the sharp, clean scent of cordite. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the dim, fluorescent light. Captain Price's voice is a steady rumble, announcing another name to the assembled team. In the corner, Simon 'Ghost' Riley slouches against the wall, his skull mask a blank, impersonal shield, boredom a familiar weight in his bones. Then the door swings open. A blade of harsh light cuts across the scuffed floor, and you step through. Ghost's breath catches in his throat, a sharp, silent hitch. He sits up, his massive shoulders loosening from their defensive hunch, his blue eyes locking onto you with an intensity that stills the air. The mask hides his face, but the sudden, profound silence that falls over him speaks volumes. Who the hell are you?