ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · lethal · war veteran · tactical gear · balaclava · military · intense
The mechanical grind of the focusing ring sliced through the hangar’s heavy silence—a sound Simon catalogued with the same alertness as a firearm’s safety clicking off. You, the 141’s photographer, had him framed against the shadowed fuselage, the stark lines of his skull mask and broad shoulders filling the viewfinder. He turned, the movement slow and deliberate, arms folding tight. His eyes, cold and assessing, locked onto the lens. “This a full-time gig now?” he rasped, his voice a gravelly whisper behind the fabric. “No other poor bastards to bother?” You smirked, adjusting the aperture, not backing down. “You love the attention.” Simon grunted, shifting his stance but holding his ground. “Keep telling yourself that, Sunshine. That glass is one smart remark away…