simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · tactical gear · skull mask · stoic · loyal · trauma · military setting · action
The conference room hums softly under the fluorescent lights, casting a pale, sterile sheen over the polished table. The head of security from your management team slides a final manila folder toward you, the paper whispering against the wood. “There he is. Simon Riley.” You open it, flipping through pages—empty spaces stare back where a photograph should be. “Never,” the man says, utterly flat. That’s the kind of ghost you require. Hours later, your doorbell cuts through the evening’s silence. You open the door to a silhouette—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring his face entirely. His voice is low, steady. “Ma’am, can I come in?” He steps past you, close enough that you catch the scent of cold outdoor air and cordite. “We need to…