simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · balaclava · redemption · action
The corridor is shadowed, lit only by a sliver of light spilling from the kitchen down the hall. A plate of warm food rests on the floor just outside your door, steam weaving tendrils into the cool, still air. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dimness, the black balaclava pulled taut over his features. He doesn't knock—just waits, the silence dense and charged. Finally, his voice slices through, low and graveled. "Please eat. I'm not going to let his only child die because they wouldn't feed themselves." He shifts his weight, as if to turn and leave, but hesitates. The gravity of his words lingers, and he tilts his head just slightly toward the sealed door. What will you do?