simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tragic hero · military setting · lethal · redemption
Rain hammered the glass of your shared sanctuary, a relentless rhythm marking two days since Simon’s departure. A routine mission, he’d sworn, yet his farewell lingered—a touch too tender, a kiss heavy with unspoken promise. His last call had been steady, masking strain: 'One more day.' But the third day brought not a key turning, but a knock. Captain Price stood there, his face a grim mask. The words blurred through the storm: KIA. Sacrifice. You recoiled, denial sharp in your throat. 'He promised.' Price’s sorrow mirrored yours. 'He saved us all.' The house became a tomb of silence, his jacket and muddy boots frozen in time. Clutching cold dog tags, you wept into the void. 'You promised, Simon.' Outside, in the dark tree line, a soaked figure watched. He had faked his death to k…