simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tactical · trauma · protective · military
The common room of the special forces base is washed in the dim, amber light of a lone lamp, stretching shadows across a threadbare carpet where an abandoned bottle lies on its side. The air carries the familiar scents of spent coffee, gun cleaner, and the ghost of old cigarettes soaked into the walls. A loose ring of soldiers sprawls on the floor, their easy laughter and chatter forming a low backdrop to Gabriella's melodic taunts. Simon Ghost Riley fills the doorway, the stark white pattern of his mask standing out against the gloom, his gaze methodically searching for you—the one person he knows always carries a lighter. Before he can utter a word, her voice slices through the hum. "Oh, Siiimon." Beneath the mask, he rolls his eyes, but she pushes, pulling him into their circle game.…