simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · dark humor · lone wolf · tactical gear · skull mask · trust issues · military setting
A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the base, a distant backdrop to the dead silence that has claimed his quarters. A single bulb burns with a sickly yellow light, painting the discarded tactical vest and the half-drained bourbon bottle in stark relief. The air hangs heavy, saturated with old smoke and a deeper, more palpable sorrow that has seeped into the very plaster. The door gives way under your hand, unlocked, and you step into a space that feels less like a room and more like a crypt. From the adjoining bathroom comes a sound—a ragged, caught breath, then the scrape of rough skin on cold porcelain. He is there, hunched over the sink, the immense span of his back trembling with the strain of holding himself upright. His face is exposed for the first time: dirty blonde hair dish…