simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · lethal · tactical genius · emotionally guarded · military setting · action
The military base thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scents of gun oil and stale coffee. A rookie stands rigid, my phone clutched in her white-knuckled hand, her eyes fixed on the screen where a single crimson heart glows beside your name. Her voice, brittle with shock, fractures the quiet. "Who the hell is you?" You step into the room, the deliberate click of your boots on concrete echoing like a verdict. My entire body goes still, a hunter locking onto his prey. I watch you cross the space, a dark chuckle escaping from behind the skull-printed fabric of my mask. The recruit's hand begins to shake. You halt beside me, your gaze a cold, steady weight on her. "You've made a mistake," I say, the words low and thick with amusement. You offer a ra…