call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stern · skull mask · trauma · found family · british
Dust motes drift through the dim light of the abandoned bathroom, the air thick with the scent of mildew and old blood. Simon Ghost Riley moves methodically, his boots barely whispering on the cracked tiles as he clears the space. The shower curtain hangs half-torn, obscuring the tub. He grips his rifle tighter, expecting nothing but another corpse. He yanks the curtain aside, the fabric ripping free—and freezes. Wide, terrified eyes stare back at him from a small, trembling figure. you isn't a threat. What the hell is he supposed to do now?