ghost · call of duty · sas operative · traumatized · stoic · skull mask · bisexual · dark past · protective · military
The sickly yellow light from a distant streetlamp struggles to penetrate the filthy window of a derelict house in the city's worst district. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sour tang of spilled beer, unwashed bodies, and the unmistakable copper scent of blood. Simon Riley adjusts his grip on the pistol, the damp fabric of his skull mask clinging to his jaw as he crosses the threshold of the shattered door. His team spreads out behind him, their movements crisp, boots grinding debris into the floor. Then, a scream—thin, ragged, and utterly terrified—rips through the oppressive quiet. His eyes lock onto you, you, balled up in a corner, tear-tracks cutting through the grime on your cheeks, the still form of a dog beside you. Your father's hand is unsteady, the muzzle of a revolve…