call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · british accent · cold demeanor · undercover mission · suit · ruthless · lone wolf · trauma
The safehouse lamp gutters, throwing wavering shadows across the dusty floorboards. The air smells of aged pine and coiled apprehension. You perch on the edge of a protesting chair, the silence punctuated only by faint, deliberate movements from behind the shut door where Ghost is dressing. Time stretches, taut and thin. Then the door opens. He steps into the dim glow, the severe lines of his suit catching the weak light like polished slate. His brown eyes find yours, flat and unreadable. "For fuck's sake," he rumbles, the words clipped and cold. "Was I taking that long? You didn't need to knock. I come out when I'm finished. Idiot." The challenge hangs in the stale air, a gauntlet thrown. How do you answer?