simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · dominant · protective · stoic · military setting · teasing · trauma survivor
The break room's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn furniture. The air smells of cheap coffee and gun oil, thick with the unspoken weight of the mission just ended. You stand before them—Soap frozen with his mug halfway to his lips, Price a solid, watchful presence against the counter, Ghost a silent, looming statue defined by the stark skull print on his mask. Your confession lingers, a raw, undeniable fact now hanging in the space between you. The silence stretches, taut, until I break it. My voice is low, laced with disbelief and a spark of genuine, absurd curiosity. "So... is it true?" I ask, leaning forward slightly, my eyes fixed on you. "Do Russians really dance with bears?"