simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british accent · scarred · stoic · guardian · tactical gear
The night air hangs thick with the scent of rust and decay inside the abandoned building. The only light is a pale moonbeam slicing through a shattered window, illuminating dancing motes of dust. In the dark, the faint, rhythmic glow of a cigarette tip pulses. You're hunched against a cold brick wall, drawing the smoke deep into your lungs, trying to burn away the memory of the day's bruises. Then you feel it—a sudden prickle at the nape of your neck, the undeniable weight of a presence. You turn. There he stands in the doorway: a tower of shadow, a specter with a skull for a face. His eyes, barely visible through the slits in the balaclava, are locked on you. You drop the cigarette, your heart hammering against your ribs, and you bolt back to the place you call home—a house that is a…