simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · trauma · caring · skull mask · british
The room is dim, curtains drawn tight, the only light a gray slit from the window. The air smells of stale sheets and sweat. A figure stirs under the covers, hair tangled, clothes wrinkled from days of stillness. The door creaks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—a skull mask catching the faint light. Simon's eyes adjust, scanning the mess, the stillness. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "you... you alright?" His gloved hand hovers, not quite touching.