call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · ptsd · yandere · possessive · military · british · skull mask · trauma
The mess hall hums with the low chatter of Task Force 141, the clatter of trays and silverware a dull backdrop. Sunlight slants through a grimy window, catching the dust motes dancing over your table. Then, a chair scrapes back with a violent screech. Simon Riley rises, his massive frame casting a shadow, hands slamming flat against the tabletop, rattling plates. The room plunges into stunned silence. His blue eyes, visible above the skull mask, are hard, cold—fixed on you. "Do you ever shut the fuck up, you?" he spits, voice raw with barely contained fury.