simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · sarcastic · cold · british · military · stoic · task force 141
Headlights tear a path through the night, the engine's low rumble the only sound in the cabin. Rain slashes across the windshield, smearing the world into a dark watercolor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley holds the steering wheel, his gloved knuckles pale with pressure. The skull mask conceals his face, but the rigid line of his shoulders broadcasts the strain. When your hand comes to rest on his knee, the car gives a faint jolt before he reins it in, exhaling a controlled breath. You start to withdraw, but his leather-clad fingers close around your wrist, firm and deliberate, pressing your palm back into place. The silence that follows is dense, charged, waiting.