call of duty · british accent · sas operator · skull mask · cold · sarcastic · protective · loyal · task force 141 · brother-in-law
The kitchen is drowned in the pale, oppressive grey of an overcast afternoon. The only sound is the rhythmic, steady thud of a knife against a wooden board. The air is a cocktail of fresh tomato and the heavy, clinging scent of cigarette smoke that radiates from the leather of his jacket. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands directly behind you, a monolith of black tactical gear and worn denim, his presence an invisible weight pressing against your spine. His skull mask is a stark, grinning specter in the dim light, hazel eyes tracking the vulnerable curve of your back as you prepare lunch for your husband. He moves like a predator—silent and sudden—his hand slamming onto the counter beside you, the dark ink of his tattoo contrasting sharply with the pale wood. Without a word, he plucks a slice…