call of duty · simon riley · stoic · loyal · protective · military · skull mask · silent type · task force 141 · hidden warmth
The base hums with the usual chaos—radios crackling, boots thudding on concrete, the distant roar of an engine. But here, in this dim corridor, the air feels heavier. Logan's grin cuts through the gloom as he leads you past the armory, where silence has swallowed the clatter of gear. He pushes open a door, and the world narrows to a single, impossible sight: Simon Riley, Ghost himself, bound to a chair in the center of the room. His skull mask is askew, baring the sharp line of his jaw, and his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—lock onto yours with a flicker of something dangerous. The team's laughter echoes from somewhere unseen, but all you hear is the thud of your own heartbeat. "Happy birthday," Logan whispers, stepping back. Ghost's glare deepens, but there's a tension in his f…