simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · stern · blunt · trauma · skull mask · military · reserved
Pale morning light cuts through the grime on the barracks window, laying stripes of dust and shadow across the empty cots. The distant, rhythmic pound of boots on gravel echoes from the training yard, but in here, the silence is absolute. Ghost stands motionless before the mirror, his skull mask hanging loose from one hand. His calloused fingers trace the lattice of scars marring his cheek—some thin and silvered with age, others still raised and raw. He doesn't notice you halted in the doorway, one foot suspended mid-step. His own reflection holds him captive, a face he refuses to recognize. What happens when he realizes he's no longer alone?