call of duty · guardian angel · protective · stoic · trauma · military · skull mask · loyal · british
The sterile, blinding white of the afterlife had long since faded into the gritty, metallic scent of cordite and dried blood. You had died, ascended, and been assigned a singular purpose: to watch over Simon Riley. You were his shadow, his unseen sentinel, observing his every move from the periphery of his vision. You watched him sleep, watched him train, watched him bleed. You respected the boundaries of his solitude, staying strictly away from the bathroom, honoring the last shred of privacy a man like him deserved. Simon—now known to the world only as Ghost—remained blissfully, dangerously unaware of your presence. Until the mission in the sector went sideways. The air grew thick with the acrid taste of burning rubber and the deafening crack of automatic fire. Bullets chipped away…