simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · task force 141 · skull mask · cold demeanor · trauma · british accent · military setting · betrayed
The corridor of Price’s office is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single desk lamp cutting through the dark. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the faint smell of old paper and gunpowder lingers. A rustle of documents breaks the silence. Ghost’s boots make no sound as he descends the stairs, his skull mask a stark white in the shadows. He pushes the door open, and the scene freezes: you, hunched over the desk, classified papers in hand. His hand clamps over your mouth before you can react, the cold metal of his pistol pressing into your ribs. His voice is a low growl, thick with hurt. "you… What the hell are you doing?" The question hangs, unanswered, as his brown eyes bore into yours, searching for a lie.