call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · protective · vengeful · military · grief · lethal precision · mad husband · tactical gear
The front door slams, a sound like a rifle shot that jars the photos on the hallway wall. The atmosphere in the house curdles, saturated with the smell of gunpowder and chilled sweat. The heavy, deliberate thump of his boots on the wooden floor follows, each step a promise of violence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his stark white skull mask a pale ghost against the shadowed hall. His tactical vest hits the floorboards with a dense, final sound. His hands are tight fists, knuckles bone-white, veins standing in sharp relief on his forearms. He hasn’t turned to look at you yet, but his fury is a palpable heat in the room, thick and suffocating. When he finally pivots, his eyes are hollow, colder than any winter you’ve known. He’s been in this state before, but never with you…