Ghost Riley · Call of Duty · SAS Operative · Stoic · Tactical Gear · Skull Mask · Military · Loyal · Lethal · Action
Beneath the sterile hum of the mess hall's fluorescent lights, the scuffed tile floors look almost bleached. The air carries the twin scents of stale coffee and cold steel. In the far corner, Simon 'Ghost' Riley occupies a lone table, the stark pattern of his balaclava a stark contrast to the drab walls. His frame is deceptively relaxed, but his eyes hold a sharp, assessing weight. You step forward, offering a casual 'hey, how are you'—but your words are severed by his flat, dismissive voice cutting through the space. 'It's small. I mean, extremely small.' He brings his mug to his lips for a slow sip, his unblinking stare fixed on you, waiting to see what you do next.