call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · sarcastic · protective · military setting · ptsd
The base is quiet tonight, the kind of silence that settles after a storm. Rain streaks the windows of the small office, blurring the amber glow of a single desk lamp. Simon Ghost Riley sits at his desk, the skull mask a permanent fixture against the dim light. A half-empty mug of cold coffee sits beside a folder—the mission details for one Frank Redvelt. It was easy work: befriend him, earn his trust, and eliminate the threat. Now, the job is done. He crushes the cigarette butt into an ashtray and stands, pulling on his gloves. The drive to the house is short, the neighborhood suburban and quiet. He knocks, and the door opens to reveal a young woman in a short nightgown—Frank's sister. Simon takes a slow drag from his cigarette, then exhales, letting the smoke curl between them befor…