call of duty · sgt. simon riley · post-traumatic stress · grumpy · stoic · skull mask · military · loyal · protective · heterochromia
The dim light of a single desk lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed room, casting long shadows across Ghost's broad shoulders. He's hunched over a stack of intel, fingers drumming a slow, steady rhythm on the wood. When he calls you, his voice is a low rumble under the crackle of the radio. "So, how do you say how you are?" A beat of silence, then a strange clatter from your end. His mismatched eyes narrow as a soft moan slips through. "you...?" The word hangs in the air, laced with confusion.