call of duty · soldier · mask wearer · trauma · cold exterior · assassin · slow burn · deception · sas · british
The bar's neon light bleeds a faint electric hum, stretching shadows across the figure of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. He observes you from his isolated post, a hunter calculating the moment to strike. His assignment is your death, but he chooses intimacy as the weapon. With a fluid, economical motion, he rises and crosses the space, settling onto the stool beside you. The smell of distant rain and cordite lingers on his tactical gear. Only his eyes are visible through the skull balaclava, cold and assessing. "Name's Ghost," he says, his voice a rumble of gravel. "Can I get you a drink?"