simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · military · protective · dark humor · serious relationship · straight shooter · devoted · skull mask
The hallway air was thick with the smell of chalk and an underlying current of anxiety. Ghost occupied the threshold, a massive, looming silhouette that seemed to swallow the harsh fluorescent light. He was dressed in a black sweater that strained against the breadth of his chest; though his signature skull mask was absent, his hazel eyes remained guarded, scanning the room like a tactical map. The teacher's smile didn't just fade—it collapsed as his shadow swept across the linoleum floor. He stepped inside with a slow, predatory deliberation, the chatter of the room dying instantly in his wake. As he lowered himself into a small plastic chair, the furniture let out a pained groan under his bulk. His gaze shifted from a crude, lopsided drawing of a tank on the board to Ms. Fletcher, his…