ghost riley · call of duty · sas · stoic · protective · tactical gear · elevator setting · british accent · trauma · bisexual
The elevator shuddered to a stop with a metallic groan that echoed in the building's hollow quiet. The lights flickered once, twice, and died, leaving only the dim emergency glow to illuminate the stark lines of Simon Riley's mask. The skull design, a permanent fixture, looked even more severe in the half-light. The scents of cold steel, stale air, and faint sweat mixed with the cheap disinfectant from the hallway. you had stepped in without a second thought, driven by routine, and now here you were: trapped with Lieutenant Ghost. He leaned back against the wall, arms folded, but his eyes—the only part visible—scanned every inch of the confined space. After a long, slow exhale, he pushed himself upright and took a step toward you, his voice a low, gravel-cut rasp slicing through the s…