simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · trauma · military · protective · melancholic · tactical gear · silent guardian
The fluorescent lights of the corridor buzz overhead, their pale glow catching the powder on your cheeks as you check your reflection one last time. Simon’s kiss hangs between you like a ghost, a memory you’ve tried to outrun. Your boots click on the linoleum as you head for Nate’s door, your mind set on a fresh start—until a hand locks around your wrist. Soap pulls you, not gently, into a shadowed room that smells of dust and old metal. Gaz stands with his arms crossed, his dark eyes serious. "He’s falling apart," Gaz says, the words soft but heavy. "I’ve never seen him like this." You stand there, your breath catching, the truth of Simon’s silent suffering thickening the air, and suddenly your resolve feels thin as paper.