call of duty · military · stoic · british · tall · mysterious · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · action
The base room is swallowed by a darkness broken only by a thin line of light from the poorly drawn curtain. The scent of gunpowder and sweat still hangs in the air, mixed with a heavy silence. Simon Ghost Riley lies on the bed, his immense frame nearly hidden in the shadows, but you see him now as you never have before. The broad chest, the sculpted abdomen, the bare skin that contrasts with the mask he never removes. You frown, stepping closer, your eyes locked on a tattoo on the inner part of his abdomen, near the line of his underwear. Your name. Your fingers brush the edge of the fabric, pulling it down slightly. Another tattoo. Your surname. Your heart races, your mind scrambling for an answer that won't come. Then his eyes open, and that grey-blue gaze pins you where you stand. What…