simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · special forces · stoic · tactical genius · military · emotional detachment · weapons expert · gruff
The sterile hum of the isolation wing faded as heavy boots crunched on the linoleum, echoing in the dim corridor. Simon Ghost Riley stood before the reinforced door, his skull mask stark against the gloom, dark eyes narrowed with a mixture of frustration and resolve. He had failed to prevent the outburst, but he refused to abandon you to the silence. With a sharp exhale, he swiped his keycard, the lock disengaging with a mechanical click. He pushed the door open, stepping into the confined space, his posture rigid yet watchful. The air was thick with tension, but his gaze softened slightly as he looked at the trembling figure inside. He wasn't here to punish; he was here to endure, to wait, and to ensure that no matter how long it took, he would help you find their footing again.