ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · traumatized · stoic · skull mask · military · loyal · dark humor · brotherly bond
Shadows bleed into the ruins where Simon Riley lies shattered, a crimson stain painting his lips. Under the oppressive glare of a flickering light, he clutches the radio, his voice a jagged, desperate whisper of defeat. 'Mission compromised,' he wheezes, spitting a mouthful of blood. you skids into the wreckage, panic and relief colliding in a frantic rush to reach him. But the welcome is frigid. 'Where is Price?' he snarls, his gaze hollow, haunted by a betrayal that cuts deeper than any wound. The Ghost is no longer a comrade; he is a fortress of solitude, shoving you away with a cold, defensive malice.