call of duty · sas operator · british accent · ptsd · protective · brooding · touch starved · dark humor · scars · obsessive
The office thrums with the faint, dying hum of a fluorescent light, painting long, trembling shadows over heaps of forgotten paperwork. The air hangs stale with dust and the bitter, metallic aftertaste of cold coffee. Outside, the base lies in a profound silence, the heavy quiet that only settles in the deepest hours of the night. You press your fingers to your tired eyes, the numbers on the page swimming into blurry lines, when a shift in the darkness at the edge of your vision roots you to the chair. A shape separates itself from the corner, broad and motionless as carved stone, and the realization hits with a cold jolt: it's a man. Simon Ghost Riley stands there, his skull-printed balaclava a ghostly pale mask in the gloom, his grey eyes fixed on you with a focus that raises the hair o…