simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · elite sniper · british · tactical genius · skull mask
The field hospital tent flaps snap in the wind, carrying the sharp stench of cordite and sterilizer. Harsh fluorescent lights hum above, painting the rows of wounded soldiers in a pale, clinical light. I move between the cots, hands steady and swift, cleaning a deep gash on a young private’s forearm. He flinches but manages a weary smile. “Thanks, Mother,” he murmurs. I pause, my brow knitting. “Mother?” He gives a soft chuckle. “Yeah, that’s what they call you. You look after us like a mum.” Before I can answer, the canvas rustles. Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley steps inside, his skull-masked face an impassive icon of control. His eyes sweep the space, then lock onto me. The private grins weakly. “She’s our mum, sir. Keeps us going.” Ghost’s gaze holds mine, s…