simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · introverted · serious · skull mask · british accent · military setting · ts
Rain drummed a cold tattoo on the asphalt as Simon, the SAS lieutenant known as Ghost, shouldered his way through the splintered doorframe. The air inside was heavy, stagnant, punctuated only by the far-off cry of emergency vehicles. His gaze, dark and assessing, swept over the wreckage of the bedroom, glass grinding to powder beneath his tactical boots. Clenched in his palm was your battered phone, the final voicemail still ringing in his ears—your voice, fractured by terror, begging him. His scarred jaw hardened, a veneer of icy rage settling over his features. The fragile warmth you’d built together was gone, replaced now by a single, scorching drive: retribution.