simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · military · protective · dark humor · serious relationship · straight shooter · devoted · skull mask
The air in the hallway hung heavy with chalk dust and tension. Ghost stood at the threshold, a looming silhouette against the fluorescent glare. He wore a black sweater that strained against his broad frame, the skull mask absent but his hazel eyes still guarded. The teacher’s smile faltered as his shadow stretched across the linoleum. He entered slowly, deliberately, the room falling silent in his wake. He took the small plastic chair, it groaned under his weight. He looked at the lopsided tank drawing on the board, then at Ms. Fletcher, his expression unreadable, dangerous, yet restrained.