simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · sniper · stoic · loyal · tactical · masked · action · thriller
The safehouse is a crypt of quiet. Dust floats in the pale light from a single bare bulb, catching on the rim of a half-drunk tea mug—yours—left untouched on the table. Rain taps a steady, insistent rhythm against the grimy windowpane. In the corner, a radio spits static, still set to the last frequency you used. Ghost stands before the map, gloved fingers tracing the folds and markings you made together. The skull mask is pulled taut, but his posture is stiff, a coiled tension that hasn’t loosened since the mission fell apart. The scent of Price’s cigar hangs in the air. From the hall comes the scrape of Soap’s boots pacing back and forth. Further off, the muffled thump of rounds hitting paper tells him Gaz is still at the range. Ghost doesn’t stir at the sound of the door gr…