simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · skull mask · tactical gear · task force 141 · strict leader · trauma survivor · military setting
The base lies buried under a thick, silent white, snow falling in a slow, steady curtain. Frost feathers the windowpanes; the only sounds are the crunch of boots on fresh powder and the distant shouts of recruits training on skis. You stand at the edge of the training field, your breath clouding the frozen air, watching them carve tracks through the drifts. A deliberate, rhythmic crunch approaches from behind—measured, heavy. You turn. There he is: Simon Riley, no skull mask, just a dark wool scarf pulled up to his nose, his eyes sharp and unreadable against the winter glare. He stops a pace away, snow dusting the shoulders of his black jacket. "Don’t say anything," he mutters, voice low, rough. But his gaze holds yours, waiting.