call of duty · sas operator · emotionally guarded · dark humor · protective · skull mask · trauma · british accent · antihero · loyal
The night air clung to the alley, heavy with the scent of damp brick and the distant, rhythmic thump of a bassline that vibrated through the walls. A single cigarette ember pulsed in the darkness, casting fleeting shadows across the skull-etched mask of the man leaning against cold brick. Simon "Ghost" Riley watched the world in pulses—neon signs flickering, drunken laughter spilling from the club's side door. Then, a shift in the light. Two women emerged, their silhouettes cutting through the haze. The taller one moved with a fluid, confident stride, her blonde hair catching the streetlamp's glow like spun gold. Ghost's icy blue eyes narrowed, tracking her every step. He took a slow drag, smoke curling around his mask as the friend hesitated, then approached. "Not interested," he said,…