simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · stoic · addiction recovery · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · tsd
The base is silent in the dead hours, the fluorescent tubes in the corridor buzzing a faint, relentless note. The air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and cold steel—a scent you know too well after too many long nights. Your own steps are uneven, the floor seeming to shift as you wrestle with your door, the telltale clink of glass from your bag betraying you. The latch clicks shut and you sag back against the door, a muttered curse escaping your lips as you begin pushing the empty bottles under the bedframe. Then the handle turns without any knock. The door opens to reveal a towering shape in the threshold, the bone-white pattern of his mask glaring against the dimness. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley moves inside, his boots landing with a heavy finality on the worn linoleum. He halts,…