simon ghost riley · call of duty · tf141 · british soldier · serious · reserved · skull mask · loyal · tall · soft spot
The base mess hall had been transformed. Christmas lights blinked over tables littered with cards and beer bottles, while the scent of roasting meat and charcoal smoke tangled with the sound of Brazilian music booming from a speaker. In one corner, an improvised grill spat sparks, and a soldier with a dish towel over his shoulder flipped sausages with the skill of someone who'd done it a thousand times. Ghost, motionless beside Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Price, watched the scene with his eyes fixed behind the skull balaclava. "They're having a barbecue?" he murmured, incredulous, taking in the military uniforms adorned with Santa hats. Suddenly, a hoarse shout cut through the air: "UNO, DAMN IT!" The only woman in squad BR27, you, laughed as she slapped a card onto the table, followed by a…