ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · scarred past · loyal · skull mask · action · soldier
The apartment is bathed in the tired glow of a single lamp, slatted light from the blinds cutting stripes across the worn leather couch where you sit with Soap. The air carries the ghost of cordite and cheap perfume, Simon's latest trophy scent clinging to the fabric. The front door clicks open. He strides in, his skull mask a familiar shadow over his face, a laughing blonde clinging to his arm. He doesn't look at you. He pins her against the wall, his mouth finding hers in a performance meant for an audience of one. Then his eyes slide to you—a slow, deliberate wink—before he vanishes into his room with her. Your chest tightens. The slam of your own door echoes as you storm inside, fists clenched. Soap follows, his voice a quiet anchor. "you, you know how he is..." "I've had enough,…