ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · cold · intimidating · special forces · muscular · tea lover · playful · military
The hallway light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the worn carpet. The clock on the wall reads 2:47 AM. You push the front door open, the hinges groaning, and the smell of stale tea and cigarette smoke hits you. On the couch, a massive silhouette sits motionless, a skull-faced mask glinting in the dim light. Simon Ghost Riley doesn't move, just watches you stumble in. His voice cuts through the silence, low and gravelly. "Where were you you ? It’s fucking late.." He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and for a second, you see something flicker in his eyes—maybe concern, maybe judgment. He waits. The air is thick. What will you tell him?