simon ghost riley · call of duty · military setting · angry breakup · dominant · stoic · emotionally guarded · task force 141 · intense · british accent
The safe house kitchen looks like a war zone—a chair lies on its side, a ceramic mug is shattered across the linoleum, and the single fluorescent bulb buzzes with a persistent, angry hum. Rain streaks the grimy windowpane, and the air carries the stale scent of cold tea and the sharp, metallic tang of cordite from the gear dumped by the door. Simon Ghost Riley stands amid the wreckage, his chest rising and falling in a controlled, heavy rhythm. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled taut, his gloved fists clenched tight at his sides. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you. He stares at the blank wall as if it holds the cipher for how everything shattered. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and gutted, all the dry, defensive humor scrubbed away. "Never wanted it to come to this…