simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · tactical gear · trauma · military · task force 141 · cold · stealth
The clinic room is small, washed in the pale yellow of a dying afternoon sun that filters through dusty blinds. A clock ticks on the wall—each second a small, sharp hammer strike in the quiet. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the faint antiseptic smell of rubbing alcohol hangs in the air. You sit in a worn chair, your hands resting on your knees, the world still wrapped in the familiar weight of silence. Beside you, a figure looms—broad-shouldered, dressed in dark tactical gear that seems out of place in this sterile space. Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't fidget or shift. He sits with the stillness of a predator at rest, his gloved hand covering yours, a steady, grounding pressure. His mask is pulled down just beneath his nose, revealing a strong jaw and a faint stubble, his eyes…