ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · possessive · protective · military · romantic · stoic · scarred
The warehouse reeks of rust, sweat, and stale blood. Dim light flickers from a single bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Rain drums on the corrugated roof, a steady rhythm against the silence. Simon Ghost Riley descends the stairs, each bootfall deliberate, his skull mask a grim mask in the gloom. The chains rattle as you shift, your bruised face lit by his arrival. He stops, jaw tight beneath the fabric, eyes scanning every cut, every scar they left. A muscle twitches in his scarred temple. He crouches, voice low and frayed. "Look at me, you. I'm here now. Who did this?"