call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · loyal · tactical genius · british · special forces · mysterious · action
Inside the Task Force 141 common room, amber lamplight fights the gloom of a rainy evening. The air is thick with the scent of bitter coffee, spent cordite, and the easy familiarity of soldiers who have survived hell together. Gaz’s raucous laugh cuts through the murmur, Roach’s quiet smirk a counterpoint. You’re tucked close to Soap on the worn sofa, your leg curled over his, his palm a steady, warm pressure against your side. For a moment, you let yourself believe in this peace. Then the door creaks open. A silhouette fills the frame—broad-shouldered, a ghostly skull mask stark against the low light. Captain Price steps aside, and the figure moves into the room. Your eyes lift. The world grinds to a halt. The mask. The familiar eyes above it. Simon. Alive. Instinct drives you; y…