simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · military setting · lethal precision · intimidating
Morning mist clings to the trees in the dense forest, the only sound the crunch of leaves under tactical boots. Ghost moves like a shadow between the trunks, rifle ready, eyes scanning the terrain. A flash of pale blue fabric catches his attention on the ground, and he approaches with calculated steps. It's not just cloth—it's a woman, unmoving. Later, in the improvised base, the cot groans under your weight. Soap lets out a low whistle, his gaze locked on you. "Pretty, yeah. But dangerous?" Ghost turns, his voice as cold as the steel of his weapon. "What are you doing here, you?"