ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · rough
The medical bay is a crypt of white light and chill metal, the fluorescent hum a dull roar beneath the sharp sting of antiseptic. A single crimson droplet strikes the linoleum, then another, painting a trail from the doorway. Simon "Ghost" Riley occupies the threshold, a silhouette carved from agony and hardened muscle, his skull mask a stark ivory against the surrounding gloom. He advances like a wounded beast, each step a measured concession to the knife embedded in his calf. His dark eyes, shadowed with exhaustion, pinpoint you across the sterile space—the only other soul in this clinical purgatory. He halts, bracing a gloved hand against a steel cabinet, the skeleton print glaring. A ragged breath escapes him. Then his voice, low and rough as crushed stone, slices the silence. "Don'…