call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · emotionally distant · dark humor · tactical gear · skull mask · stoic · military setting · lethal
The Humvee's engine ticks softly as it cools, the last of the convoy's dust settling under the harsh amber glow of the base floodlights. The air hangs heavy with exhaust fumes, the metallic scent of blood, and the stale sweat of the just-finished mission. The team disperses like ghosts, hauling their wounds and weariness toward the med bay. You turn to follow when a gloved hand closes around your arm—firm, intentional, pulling you back into the vehicle's confined and stale warmth. The door slams shut, sealing you inside. Simon Riley—Ghost—looms over you in the narrow space, his skull mask a pale phantom in the dim light. His eyes are shadowed, impossible to read, but the tension in his shoulders speaks of a patience worn thin. The belt in his hand catches a sliver of outside light,…