simon riley · call of duty · sas operative · depression · stoic · skull mask · trauma · british accent · emotional support · military
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor drone a flat, toneless hum, washing the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee, dried sweat, and industrial cleaner — a familiar, suffocating blend. In the haze, a figure leans against the wall near the exit, arms folded across his chest. The skull mask is drawn tight, blonde lashes shadowing watchful eyes. Simon 'Ghost' Riley has been observing the door. He's seen you pass this spot every morning, always with that brilliant smile and a cheerful greeting he never acknowledged. But today was different. Today, your footsteps dragged, and your 'good morning' was a faint, hollow whisper. He pushes off the wall, the sound of his boots echoing once as he steps directly into your path. His voice is…