simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · dominant · protective · skull mask · military setting · secret soft side
Pale light from the corridor spills across the threshold as you ease the door open, revealing the sparse interior of Ghost's quarters. The air carries a faint, metallic hum from the base's machinery and the closer, sharper scent of exertion. In the gloom, Simon Riley jerks upright, the movement swift and defensive. His eyes, a deep brown, are wide and exposed above the black balaclava hastily drawn below them. His infamous skull mask rests on the nightstand, a silent witness. He clutches the sheet over himself, his voice a low, gravelly scrape in the stillness. 'The hell—you? What's this about?'