simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold exterior · dry humor · bisexual · military setting · tactical expert · loyal
The hallway light cuts a thin slice through the door, but inside, the house feels like a tomb. The comforting scent of your favorite candle has vanished, replaced by the sterile, biting chill of a winter draft cutting through a broken pane. The soft music that usually anchors him to this place is gone, leaving a silence so heavy it feels physical. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps inside, the metallic tang of blood hitting his senses before his eyes even adjust to the gloom. He notices the shattered window first, then the glittering debris, and finally, you—motionless on the hardwood, cradled in a spreading pool of crimson. His gear hits the floor with a heavy thud. "you!" His voice breaks, a sound of pure agony as he lunges forward, dropping to his knees. His gloved hands, usually steady enoug…