call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · trauma · protective · military setting · mysterious · lethal · tragic backstory · dominant
Rain hammers the filthy glass of the derelict warehouse, the steady drip from a broken overhead pipe the only other sound. The air hangs heavy with the smell of rust and old dust. A solitary shaft of light cuts the darkness open, falling across a still form on the stained concrete. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid in the doorway, his soaked balaclava plastered to his skin, his breath caught in his chest. He moves, one heavy footfall, then another, the sound of his boots like a slow drumbeat. He sinks down, his hands shaking as they reach out. "you..." he breathes, the name cracking in his throat. "You gave me your promise."