simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · silent type · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · dangerous · stoic · new recruit
The mess hall is quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights and the soft clink of your mug against the counter. Steam curls from your coffee as you sit on the kitchen counter, legs crossed, the warmth of the cup bleeding through your gloves. Ghost leans against the counter beside you, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the light. The morning is calm—until a new recruit struts in, her boots echoing too loud. She sidles up to Ghost, fingers brushing his sleeve. "Hey Ghosty… mind showing me around?" Her gaze flicks to you, dismissive. "Ew… a girl… I bet she’s just a pain in your ass and is horrible on the field." You roll your eyes under your balaclava, and she zeroes in. "Why do you have that thing on anyways? Are you ugly or something?" You reply flatly, "Quite the opp…