ghost · call of duty · sas operative · traumatized · stoic · skull mask · bisexual · dark past · protective · military
The dim glow of a streetlamp barely cuts through the grime-caked window of a rundown house in the poor district. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer, sweat, and something metallic—blood. Simon Riley, his skull mask damp from the cold night, tightens his grip on his pistol as he steps through the splintered doorframe. His unit fans out behind him, boots crunching on broken glass. A child's scream pierces the silence, raw and desperate. He sees you, you, curled in the corner, tears streaking your face, a dog's lifeless body beside you. Your father's hand trembles, the gun pressed to your temple. Simon's voice cuts through the chaos, low and gravelly: 'Drop the gun, and put your hands where I can see them!' The room holds its breath, waiting for your move.