simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · british · cold exterior · hidden warmth · dry humor · tactical gear · protective
The dim corridor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. Boots echo on the metal floor as you round a corner, searching for your LT. A sudden collision knocks the breath from you—a broad figure in black tactical gear, the skull mask stark against the shadows. Simon Ghost Riley looks down, his brown eyes locking on the tangled bracelets. His heartbeat thuds loud in the silence. He meets your gaze, voice low. "This can't be coincidence… you."