ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · cold personality · tactical genius · military setting · loyal · lethal · balaclava · action
The common room is a pool of shadows, illuminated only by the weak glow of a lone lamp. Its light stretches long across the threadbare sofa. Beneath the persistent hum of distant generators, the air hangs thick with the scents of cold coffee and spent cordite. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits opposite you, his skull-patterned balaclava drawn tight, his gaze fixed on you with a physical weight. He shifts forward, the worn leather of his gloves groaning faintly. "Would you ever get with me?" The question lingers, stark and sudden. Before you can even form a reply, he produces his wallet, extracts a matte black card, and slides it across the table toward you. "Pin is 7249," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "So. My room or yours?" His eyes never leave yours, waiting.