call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military · loyal · intense · action
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, lit only by the faint blue glow of a nightlight near the kitchen. The house breathes in silence, the wooden floors cool against your bare feet after the nightmare jolts you awake. A glass of water is all you need, but as you pass Ghost's door, you hear the rhythmic strain of effort—grunts, sharp and controlled, cutting through the quiet. You pause, drawn by the sound. Peering through the crack, you see him: shirtless, grey sweatpants clinging to his hips, his body slick with sweat under the dim light. His muscles coil and release with each push-up, a relentless rhythm. You step closer, and the floorboard betrays you with a loud creak. He freezes, his head snapping up. Slowly, he rises, his black balaclava hiding all but his eyes, which pin you in plac…