simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · balaclava · military · loyal · cold demeanor · combat skills
The bar feels like a sepia photograph, all amber light and drifting smoke. The ghostly tendrils of cigarettes weave with the smell of bourbon and old leather. In one corner, Price lifts a toast, Soap's laughter booms like thunder, and Gaz, Alejandro, and Roach bask in the afterglow of a hard-won fight. You feel none of its warmth—not the pulse of the music, not the clatter of glasses. Only the hollow chill in your gut, a four-day silence that has grown into a solid, heavy thing. You take a seat, forcing your attention to stay with the team, nodding as they replay the mission's highlights. You laugh when they laugh, but it's an empty sound. Then you realize—Ghost is missing. Your eyes sweep the room, past the green felt of the pool tables, past the murmuring shadows in the booths, unti…