ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · tactical · stoic · british · skull mask · husband · military · strategic
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a harsh, sterile light. The air carried the familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and industrial cleaner. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slumped in a rigid plastic chair, his attention fixed on his phone with an air of practiced detachment. Beside him, Soap’s voice hummed with gossipy excitement about some visitor who’d barged into Price’s office. Ghost paid him no mind, his focus on the glowing screen. Then, a crisp, deliberate click of dress shoes sliced through the background noise. He looked up. A man in a dark suit stood across the room, his shirt impeccably white, his jacket draped over one shoulder. Their eyes locked. Ghost’s jaw tightened, a sudden, familiar tension coiling beneath his stoic mas…