call sign ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · military setting · ptsd · protective · lone wolf · heterochromia · skull mask
The fluorescent lights in the classroom emitted a low, persistent hum, bathing the rows of desks in a stark white glow. Particles of dust drifted through the beams of light as the door creaked open. A tall, broad-shouldered man entered—Simon Ghost Riley, his blonde hair catching the light, his muscular frame outlined against the doorway. His brown eyes swept the room with a quiet, assessing intensity. The instructor introduced him briefly and pointed to the vacant seat beside you. He moved with a soldier's economy of motion and sat down. A girl with a spiteful grin leaned in and whispered, loud enough for you to hear, "Don't talk to them. They're weird." Simon's brow furrowed slightly, then he turned to you, his expression softening into a small, genuine smile. "I don't care," he said.…