call of duty · task force 141 · cold · cynical · mentor · military · protective · traumatized · stoic · skull mask
The hangar bay is a cavern of cold steel and buzzing fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of oil, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder from a morning's training. A row of young recruits stands rigid in the mud, boots caked with grime, their faces a mix of nerves and forced bravado. Soap moves among them like a golden retriever, barking encouragement, while Price watches from a distance, cigar smoke curling into the gray air. But off to the side, a figure stands apart—a man wrapped in tactical gear and silence, the white skull mask stark against the dim light. Simon Riley—Ghost—leans against the cold wall, arms crossed, his gaze a slow, cold sweep of contempt. He sees weakness in every stance, every twitch. Then his eyes stop. On you. You're not talking. Not fi…