simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · lethal · skull mask · military setting · action · trauma · silent
The alley smells of rust and wet blood, the only light a flickering streetlamp at the mouth. Thin rain washes the red puddles around Ghost's boots as he drags the last body toward the dumpster. It lands with a sickening thud—but a weak gasp makes him freeze. He slips through the shadows, the skull-mask gleaming with moisture, until he spots a man on the ground—and you, still in the half-dark. Two burned operatives, alone in the same fire. Ghost pulls his hands from his pockets, a dry, rasping laugh escaping. "Let's see who's here... you." What brought you to this alley tonight?