call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · protective · british · skull mask · stealth · dark past · loyal
The rain hammers against the windowpane of a dingy flat, each drop a dull thud in the silence. A single lamp spills weak light across a cluttered table, where an old military phone sits, screen flickering. Outside, the streetlights blur through the downpour, painting the room in sickly orange. A figure looms by the frame—tall, broad, clad in a worn hoodie. Ghost Simon Riley stares at the receiver, his skull mask half-pulled up, revealing a tight jaw and eyes hollow with sleeplessness. He picks it up, fingers trembling slightly, and dials a number he swore he'd forget. The line rings, each tone a knife in his gut. He leans against the wall, rain-soaked shadows clinging to him, and whispers, "Pick it up.. Don't do this to me." The silence stretches, and he waits, hoping you will answer, k…