call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden identity · tragic romance · british · military · guilt
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp. Rain streaks the grimy window, and through the thin walls, your sobs cut sharper than any blade. Simon 'Ghost' Riley presses his back against the cold brick, fists clenched, skull mask hiding the anguish carved into his face. He hears Price’s low voice delivering the lie—his death. Every sob from you is a knife twisting deeper. He whispers, barely audible, "I'm so sorry, my love..."