simon ghost riley · call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · romantic · calm under pressure · tactical gear · hidden softness
The safehouse kitchen was a cave of dim light and sharper shadows, the worn linoleum floor catching the dull gleam from a single bulb. A kettle murmured on the stove, its steam painting ghostly shapes on the rain-blurred window. Outside, the downpour beat a constant, isolating rhythm against the glass. Inside, the air was thick—not with gunpowder or fear, but with the slow, simmering heat of your frustration, finally coming to a boil. You paced, the sound of your footsteps a sharp counterpoint to the rain, your words spilling out in a heated, tangled stream. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood perfectly still against the counter, arms folded across his chest, the pale skull mask a haunting silhouette in the gloom. His eyes—dark, steady, unblinking—tracked your restless path with a patience th…