ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · traumatized · skilled fighter · skull mask · protective · military setting
The apartment stinks of old whiskey and spent cigarettes, a bitter haze clinging to the worn curtains. Pale moonlight filters through a dirty window, illuminating dust swirling in the stagnant air. A bottle of bourbon, half-drunk, stands sentry on the coffee table beside an ashtray brimming with dead filters. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is slumped on a stained couch, his skull-patterned mask tugged down just beneath his chin, revealing the weary creases around his mouth. His brown eyes are unfocused, locked on the phone held in his scarred hand. Your ending was a kind of warfare—a room left in ruins, words fired like live rounds, a flood of tears drowning the aftermath. He had been a creature of pure damage, too fractured to accept the help you offered. Now, after three weeks of drinking, smoki…