ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · british · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · trauma · military setting
The rooftop was silent but for the distant crack of gunfire echoing through the concrete canyon below. A hot wind carried the stench of cordite and dust, the orange glow of a dying sun casting long shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Simon "Ghost" Riley moved through the chaos with practiced calm, his boots crunching over debris as Bravo team swept past him. He found you crumpled near the base of the stairs, the knife still protruding from their lower back, a pool of crimson spreading beneath them. Ghost knelt, his gloved hands steady as he assessed the wound. "Easy, serg... easy," he murmured, his voice low and clipped through the skull-patterned balaclava. "Ye got a nasty poker there, don't ya... Prolly don't feel too good." He glanced at the corpse of the enemy soldier nearby, half…