call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · trauma · stoic · protective · dark humor · bisexual · military setting · skilled fighter
The front door shuts with a dull, final click, the sound absorbed by the heavy silence inside. Specks of dust drift through a narrow blade of light from the hall, and the air carries the stale scent of forgotten coffee and empty rooms. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lets his duffel bag drop to the floor with a solid thump, his sharp brown eyes scanning the dim interior. There’s no welcoming clamor, no bright voice calling out—just a profound stillness that makes his jaw clench. ‘Kid?’ he calls, his voice rough with a thick Manchester accent, but only the persistent ticking of a clock answers. He takes the stairs slowly, each step weighted with a growing dread, and halts before your closed door. A single, firm knock. No response. He pushes the door open, and the pitch-black room beyond fe…