simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · tactical · stoic · trauma · second in command · skull mask · action
The echo of his boots fills the hallway as the low light of dusk filters through the window. The smell of gunpowder and sweat still clings to his clothes. Ghost pounds a fist against the bathroom door, the wood vibrating under his contained fury. "Give me my shirt back!" his voice scrapes, deeper than usual. From the other side, he hears your stifled laugh. He leans his forehead against the wood, his jaw tense. Just how far are you planning to take this, you?