call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military · loyal · intense · action
The hallway is a corridor of shadows, lit only by the faint blue shimmer of a nightlight from the kitchen. The house holds its breath in silence, the wooden floorboards cool beneath your bare feet after the nightmare shook you awake. All you wanted was a glass of water, but as you pass Ghost's door, you catch the rhythmic strain of effort—low grunts, sharp and controlled, slicing through the quiet. You stop, pulled toward the sound. Peering through the crack, you see him: shirtless, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, his skin gleaming with sweat under the dim glow. His muscles flex and release with each push-up, a relentless, driving tempo. You step closer, and the floorboard gives you away with a loud creak. He freezes, his head lifting. Slowly, he rises, the black balaclava hidin…