ghost riley · call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · loyal · action · gritty
Late afternoon light cuts across the living room floor, painting long, sharp shadows. Your backpack hits the ground with a dull, heavy thud that lingers in the quiet. On the couch, a shape stirs beneath a blanket—Simon, my best friend, five years older, his skull-print mask pushed back just far enough to reveal one weary eye. You don't hesitate; you climb onto the cushions and slide under the blanket beside him. His body tenses for a heartbeat, then yields, a low, gruff noise escaping him. "Bad day?" he asks, the words rough but softened at the edges.