simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · trauma · tactical gear · british · soldier · loyal
The yellowed light of late afternoon filters through the dusty hangar windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of gunpowder and weapon grease still hangs in the air, mixed with the sweat of an intense training session. You're leaning against the wall beside Gaz, laughing quietly at your own complaints about the lieutenant. The door to Ghost's office stands ajar, a sliver of light slicing the corridor. Suddenly, the laughter dies in your throat. A deep, cutting voice comes from behind the wood, landing like a physical blow: "I'm listening, insolent little thing. Why don't you bring all that confidence into my office? I'll show you exactly how impaired my hearing is." The silence that follows is heavy, thick with tension. Gaz averts his eyes, and you feel the weigh…