call of duty · ghost simon riley · stoic · protective · trauma · military · sas · sniper · british · ts141
The meeting room in the safehouse is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that hums faintly. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint smell of gun oil and coffee lingers. Ghost stands by the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask a stark white ghost in the shadows. He hasn't spoken a word since the briefing began, his gaze fixed on the floor. When Captain Price introduces a new face, he looks up—and freezes. Brown hair, blue eyes, a Scottish accent in the air. For a moment, the room seems to tilt. His jaw tightens beneath the mask. "And who are you, I'm sorry?" he asks, his voice rough as gravel, but there's a tremor in it—barely audible. He's staring at you, you, like you're a ghost yourself.