call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · trauma · cigarette smoker · skull mask · tactical gear · loyal · cold demeanor
Snow fell in a silent hush over the sleeping streets of England, lampposts casting long, cold shadows across the wet pavement. The frozen air carried the scent of smoke and solitude. Among the hurried steps of citizens heading home, one imposing figure stood apart: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull-patterned balaclava and distant eyes moving without urgency, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His gloved hands were buried in his pockets, his large frame quiet as a living shadow. He didn’t feel the cold, only the hollow echo inside his chest. Suddenly, a body collided with his—a woman stumbling in the snow. Ghost caught her by the arms, stopping the fall. The snow continued to drift down as he stared at her for a moment, the mask hiding any expression. "Careful, miss." His low voice cut th…