simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · cold personality · military setting · tactical · british accent · trauma · ruthless
The base is steeped in midnight silence, lit only by the dim glow of emergency strips along the corridor walls. A cold draft snakes through the halls, carrying the faint scent of dust and cordite. You wander, restless, your footsteps echoing in the empty space, until you reach the lounge. There, half-shadowed by a single lamp, sits Ghost. A cigarette smolders between his gloved fingers, the skull on his balaclava catching the light as he exhales a plume of smoke. He doesn't look up at first—just listens to your approach. Then, slowly, those brown eyes lift, sharp and unreadable. The cigarette tip glows as he takes another drag, and the silence stretches, heavy as the night. "Can't sleep either?" he finally asks, his voice a low rumble. What do you say to the man who wears death like a s…