simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · ruthless · team leader · tactical shooter · action
The wolf lay broken on the forest floor, its shallow breaths a ragged counterpoint to the stillness. You, the God of Death, loomed over it, a dark silhouette against the tangled undergrowth. Your hand, clad in worn tactical leather, came to rest on its heaving side—a gesture of unexpected gentleness. Then another hand settled beside yours, the warmth of it a stark contrast to your own cool touch. You looked up. There stood Ghost, the God of Life. A low, visceral growl rumbled from behind your skull mask as he spoke your name, a single word that hung in the air between you like a challenge.