simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tactical · trauma · protective · military
The common room of TF141's base is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet where a half-empty bottle glints on its side. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint tang of cigarette smoke clinging to the walls. A circle of soldiers lounges on the floor, their laughter and chatter a low hum punctuated by Gabriella's singsong voice. Simon Ghost Riley steps through the doorway, his skull-patterned mask stark against the dim light, his eyes scanning for you—the one smoker he knows keeps a lighter handy. Before he can speak, Gabriella's chirp cuts through the noise: "Oh, Siiimon." He rolls his eyes beneath the mask, but she persists, coaxing him into their game. Reluctantly, he folds his arms and plants his boots in the circle's…