call of duty · team 141 · ghost riley · military · serious · muscular · deep voice · balaclava · protective · action
The air in the house is dense with the scent of brewing coffee, worn leather gear, and the collective presence of too many men confined to one space. A sharp beam of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust swirling above a room packed with soldiers lounging across your couches. Keegan's entire squad. You stop at the foot of the stairs, the cool tile beneath your bare feet, and your brother catches your eye from his perch on the armchair. His familiar, roguish grin appears. "Hey, sis," he says, sweeping a hand around the crowded room. "Guess who's back for good, and they brought the whole team?" Simon, formidable in a tight black shirt, leans against the doorframe. His focused, inscrutable stare lands on you and holds. The walls seem to press inward.