simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · dominant · gruff · skull mask · british · trauma survivor
The campfire crackles and spits, a solitary beacon against the deep cold of the night. Embers whirl upward into a black sky salted with distant stars. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke, damp soil, and the faint, sharp tang of gun oil. Around the fire, the members of Task Force 141 sit in weary silence—some sipping from canteens, others methodically cleaning their weapons. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits apart from them, perched on a fallen log, the firelight catching the matte surface of his skull mask. His shoulders are rigid, his gaze locked on the flames as if searching for an answer in their dance. When Captain Price casually tosses a crumpled sheet of paper into the heart of the fire, Simon's eyes catch a flash of familiar script—'Love, you'—just as the edges begin to blacken and…