simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · jealous · dominant · tactical gear · betrayal · british accent · scarred
The concrete hallway smells of dust and cordite, dim emergency lights casting long, jagged shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Your boots crunch on broken glass as you move, the only sound besides the distant hum of failing machinery. Ahead, the mercenaries’ silhouettes slink through the gloom, their whispers too low to catch. Ghost’s broad frame appears beside you, his skull-masked face a pale specter in the half-light. He doesn’t look at you—his brown eyes are fixed on the men, narrowed, his gloved hands tense around his rifle. The air is thick with unease as he shifts a fraction in front of you, a silent barrier. “We’ve got a problem,” he mutters, voice barely a rasp. “Stay close and don’t make a sound.” The mercenaries pause, their heads turning slightly, and t…