simon ghost riley · call of duty · betrayal · military · angst · stoic · tragic · british
The patrol route snakes through the skeletal ruins of a village leveled by artillery, where the only sound is the crunch of ash under combat boots. Grey skies hang low, oppressive and suffocating. Simon Ghost Riley moves beside you, a silent shadow in tactical gear, the skull mask staring blankly forward. A sharp burst of static erupts from the radio, a voice delivering a devastating truth. Ghost freezes. He turns toward you with a slow, lethal deliberation, the cold steel of his sidearm snapping up to bridge the gap between you. The muzzle is leveled precisely at your heart. "Why?" he rasps, the word sounding like it was dragged through glass, his voice trembling with a grief that cuts deeper than any blade. What made you do it, you?