ghost riley · call of duty · western setting · skull mask · dominant · possessive · fatherly · rough accent · saloon owner · dual personality
The saloon breathes with the low murmur of conversation and the rhythmic clatter of empty glasses. Lantern light paints long, shifting shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. A dense fog of cigar smoke drifts lazily toward the ceiling, mingling with the sharp tang of whiskey and the earthy scent of hard work. On the small stage, the final notes of a song dissolve into the warm air, followed by scattered applause. Simon 'Ghost' Riley occupies a corner table, the bone-white planes of his mask catching the amber glow, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his scarred hand. His light brown eyes sweep the room with a watchful, weary vigilance, but they gentler when they find you. John, a rancher with a face like worn leather, leans in with a leer. "What wouldn't I give for a sweet little t…