ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · dark humor · masked · loyal · military · trauma · tough
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzzed a low, constant note, washing the empty tables in a harsh, sterile light. The air carried the stale smell of scorched coffee and industrial cleaner. Simon "Ghost" Riley moved with a silent, precise economy, preparing his cup while maintaining a deliberate distance from you—a hybrid with small horns hidden under a cap, a twitching tail, and dark spots patterning your skin. His eyes flicked to the empty milk carton. He turned, the skull-patterned mask offering no clue, and closed the space between you. "Raven... you produce milk?"