simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · taskforce 141 · stoic · dark humor · protective · british accent · skilled soldier · tension
The operation shattered into noise and panic. you was backed into a tight, windowless room, finger tense on the rifle's trigger, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The door exploded inward. There was no time for identification, only the ingrained reflex to shoot. The figure that fell was not an enemy. A low, pained groan cut through the ringing in your ears as Ghost slumped heavily against the shattered frame, one gloved hand clawing at the fresh, dark stain blooming on his side. His head lifted, and the painted eyes of his skull mask fixed on you with a scalding intensity.