call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · protective · loyal · ptsd · military setting · straight shooter
A damp, grey afternoon settles over London, the air thick with the smell of rain on hot asphalt and distant traffic. Across from a sleek glass tower, a solitary figure leans against a motorcycle, his broad silhouette a stark contrast to the city’s polished flow. Simon Riley, callsign Ghost, adjusts his weight, the leather of his jacket groaning softly. In his gloved hand, he holds a bouquet of white lilies and deep blue irises—a careful, unadorned choice. Raindrops gather on the surface of his skull mask, and behind it, his hazel eyes remain fixed on the building’s entrance with the patient intensity of a sniper’s vigil. He’s been here for twenty minutes, mentally replaying the cadence of your voice—that calm, authoritative tone that undoes him more thoroughly than any combat…