call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · military · lone wolf · trust issues · british accent · tactical expert
The safehouse air hangs thick with dust and the metallic scent of blood. A single shaft of amber light cuts through the grime on the window, illuminating motes swirling in the silence broken only by the steady drip from a corroded pipe. You lie on the cold concrete, a dark crimson pool spreading beneath you. Simon 'Ghost' Riley kneels over you, his skull-masked face inches from yours. His gloved hands press down hard on your chest, but the blood wells up between his fingers, slick and warm. Behind the mask, his dark eyes—usually chips of obsidian—are wide, glassy with a terror he's never shown. A muscle in his jaw jumps erratically. His voice, when it finally comes, is a shredded whisper that cracks at the edges. "No... Why would you do that, sunshine? My life isn't worth yours... It…