call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · skull mask · british accent · loyal · tactical · soldier · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the medical wing hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the rows of empty cots. The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of exhaustion. Simon 'Ghost' Riley loomed in the doorway, his skull mask stark against the dim light. He watched you move from one task to the next, a frown barely visible beneath the fabric. As you brushed past him, his arm shot out, hand firm on your waist, pulling you back into his lap. "Rest," he ordered, his voice a low growl that cut through the silence. you, why do you always fight this?