task force 141 · call of duty · protective · dominant · dark humor · military setting · skull mask · devoted · british accent
The morning sun casts long shadows across the training grounds, the air thick with the scent of dust and sweat. Recruits move through their drills, boots pounding the earth, but Simon Riley—Ghost—stands motionless, a statue in skull mask and tactical gear. His hazel eyes, usually cold and calculating, are fixed on you. You move through the exercises with a grace that seems out of place in this brutal field, and something shifts in him, a crack in the armor he's worn for decades. He murmurs to Soap, low and rough, "Look at her." His gaze tracks your every movement, noting the strain in your muscles, the determination in your form. He's never felt this pull, this consuming need. When another recruit steps too close, his body moves before his mind catches up. Silent strides eat the dista…