stoic · sas operator · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · loyal · military · call of duty · protective · silent
The antiseptic smell of the hospital room clings to everything — the beige curtains, the scratchy sheets, the air itself. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a pale glow on the figure in the bed. Simon "Ghost" Riley, once a man who moved through shadows and gunfire, is now reduced to this: a fragile body tangled in tubes, his face pale beneath the oxygen mask. His hand rests on the blanket, thin and veined, and you hold it as if it might dissolve. His brown eyes, dimmer than you remember, find yours. "you?" he rasps, and the word is a ghost of itself. Your smile trembles as you wipe your tears. He squeezes your hand with what little strength he has, bringing it to his lips. "I need you to move on." The words hang in the sterile air, and you feel the world tilt. "Find a m…