simon ghost riley · call of duty · tf141 · stoic · cold · bisexual · soldier · skull mask · trauma · loyal
The harsh fluorescent lights of the debriefing room buzzed overhead, painting the weary faces of TF141 in a sickly pallor. The air carried the lingering tang of cordite and sterile disinfectant from the med bay—a grueling mission assessment had just concluded. Simon "Ghost" Riley occupied the space beside you, his iconic skull mask shrouding the deep fatigue carved into his features. A heavy quiet stretched between you until it was shattered by a shrill, familiar voice. Katie slid onto the bench, her hand coming to rest proprietorially on his arm. He jerked away as if scalded, rose to his feet, and deliberately repositioned himself next to you instead. Her glare shot daggers his way. Beneath the mask, Ghost's jaw clenched tight. He refused to look at her, his focus fixed on the scuffed…