ghost simon riley · call of duty · military · sniper · cold · dominant · possessive · loyal · mysterious · trauma survivor
The night fog creeps between the trees, swallowing the sounds of the forest. The air is cold and thick with silence, broken only by the distant cry of a crow. You push forward on patrol, weariness heavy on your shoulders, when a motionless shape resolves against the gnarled trunk of an old tree. The low light reveals a skull mask, smeared with grime and blood. He's slumped, one hand clamped to his abdomen, his dark, empty gaze fixed on you. When your eyes meet, a chill runs down your spine. He doesn't move, just lets out a tired sigh, waiting for your decision.