call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · ptsd · yandere · possessive · military · british · skull mask · trauma
The mess hall thrums with the subdued buzz of Task Force 141, the clank of trays and cutlery a dull rhythm under grimy windows. Dust motes swirl in a sunbeam that cuts across your table. Then a chair legs scream against the floor. Simon Riley stands, his broad silhouette throwing a long shadow, palms slamming down so hard the plates jump. The room falls into a breathless hush. His blue eyes, just visible above the skull mask, are frozen and furious—locked on you. "Do you ever shut the fuck up, you?" he snarls, his voice shredded with rage.