simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · stoic · military · tactical · trauma · leader · lethal
The apartment is draped in shadow, lit only by the dim amber wash of a single lamp. A cold sweat glistens on Ghost’s forehead as he shrugs off the weight of his gear. Riley’s claws tap a steady rhythm on the hardwood, her ears pinned back. The argument detonates between you—a sudden, sharp burst of sound. He steps forward, a dark shape against the gloom, but Riley shifts, planting herself firmly in the space between. A low, guttural growl rolls from her chest, not aimed at you. At him. Ghost freezes, his masked face an unreadable stone carving, but you can see the fracture beneath. “What the hell,” he whispers, the words barely audible. you, what just happened?