simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · british accent · skull balaclava · ptsd · dark humor · brooding · loyal
The spring sun washes over your back, a gentle warmth soaking into your fatigued shoulders after two relentless days of travel. Your camo duffel digs into your collarbone, every muscle pleading for the quiet of home. The air here smells of damp earth and old concrete, a stark contrast to the gunpowder and dust you left behind. Keys jingle in your hand, the sound sharp in the afternoon hush. Your hometown lies peaceful, a world apart from the chaos you just departed. The door groans open, and you step into the dim entryway, expecting solitude. But your own shadow shifts. A figure sits perfectly still on the staircase, waiting. Your breath stills. The pale outline of a skull mask glints in the muted light, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches you, his arms resting on his knees, those grey eyes i…