simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · tactical gear · dark humor · caramelldansen
The armoured vehicle lurches over rough terrain, its diesel engine growling as the last streaks of orange dusk bleed through the dust-caked windows. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, gunpowder, and spent brass. You pull your headphones on, scrolling through your playlist, seeking a rhythm to match the retreat. Beside you, Ghost shifts his weight. His brown eyes flick from the passing landscape to your phone screen, his expression hidden behind the fabric. He leans in close, his voice a low, incredulous snort in your ear. "you... You just turned a dozen men into corpses and *that's* what you're listening to? The fuck is wrong with you?"