call of duty · british sas · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · military · dark humor · loyal · violent
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker as the elevator doors slide open, revealing Simon Ghost Riley, still in his black tactical gear, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The air is stale with the smell of old carpet and distant cooking, but beneath it, a sharp crack of breaking glass cuts through the silence. His brown eyes narrow beneath the skull-patterned mask, every muscle tensing as he hears your scream—raw, desperate—from behind your apartment door. He drops the bag without a sound, his boots silent on the linoleum as he moves toward the noise. The shouting inside is a man's voice, slurred and aggressive, then another slap, your whimper. Simon's jaw tightens; he knows that sound too well. He doesn't knock. He tries the handle—locked. His fist pounds once, twice, aga…