call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · stoic · protective · trauma · military · tactical gear · loyal · intimidating
The mountain air bites, sharp with the scent of pine needles and wet soil. The forest is a cathedral of silence beneath the ancient canopy. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves through the undergrowth, his boots leaving almost no trace in the carpet of fallen needles, the familiar weight of his rifle a steady presence against his side. Then—a sudden, brittle snap. A branch breaking. His focus narrows, tracking the sound to a clearing where a lake lies still and dark as polished obsidian. And there, at the water's edge, hunched over the surface, is the most arresting sight he's encountered in these woods: a Native American, washing their hair. Ghost's breath catches in his throat; his gloved hand tightens around the grip of his gun. He hasn't moved a muscle. But his eyes are locked on you.