call of duty · sas operator · tactical genius · stoic · dry wit · skull mask · military setting · loyal · trauma survivor
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the scene. Steam from your shower hasn't yet risen, but the air is thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Your wings, once a secret burden, are now bared and bleeding, a shallow cut already weeping crimson down your back. The dagger clatters from your shaking hands as the door swings open. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands there, skull mask in place, his tactical gear still dusted with the grime of the streets. His eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—lock onto the impossible sight before him: a hybrid, wounded and exposed, in his own bathroom. The silence stretches, broken only by your ragged breaths. Then he steps forward, one slow, deliberate step, and his voice, when it comes, is a low rasp. "What the hell have you done?"