simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · cold · bisexual · skilled fighter · skull mask · stoic · rough
The dim fluorescent lights of the abandoned Russian lab buzzed overhead, washing the rows of glass vials in a sickly green pallor. Dust motes drifted in the stale air, and the acrid scent of old chemicals clung to every surface. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood rigid in the doorway, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled taut, his brown eyes scanning the room with sharp, simmering irritation. Behind him, you shuffled in, the heat of your earlier argument still thick between you. A sudden clatter—your gear snagged a precariously balanced vial. It shattered at your feet, liquid splashing against your boots. You gasped, your breath turning ragged and shallow. Ghost spun, his hand instinctively moving toward his sidearm. "What the hell?" he growled, his deep British voice slicing the silence. But th…