ghost riley · call of duty · kuudere · snarky · military · british · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · dark humor
The alley is a narrow chasm of shadow and decay, the only light a sickly orange glow from a distant streetlamp that catches on rusted dumpsters and crumbling brick. Inside the surveillance vehicle, the engine ticks softly as it cools, and the air hangs thick with the smell of worn leather, stale coffee, and gun oil. Hours have bled away without movement, the mission stalled in silent tension. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits perfectly still in the driver's seat, a statue clad in tactical black, the stark white skull of his balaclava the only clear shape in the dark. You stir, a complaint forming on your tongue, when his arm lashes out—his palm seals your mouth shut with a firm, sudden pressure. He leans into the space between the seats, his brown eyes glinting with sharp impatience. "Stop your…