ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · trauma · acts of service · comfort
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, steady drone, casting harsh shadows across the sterile walls of the lieutenant's office. A sheaf of papers rustles on the metal desk, the only movement in the stillness. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands behind it, a monolith in black tactical gear, his skull mask a pale, grinning specter in the gloom. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. He's holding a report, his brown eyes scanning the data with cold precision. He looks up, and the scene freezes. There you are, standing before him, a figure trembling on the edge of collapse. Your fists are white-knuckled, your eyes fixed on the floor as tears track down your cheeks. He drops the paper. "You've been real sluggish lately," he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the silence. "Hostil…