simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · trauma · loyal · military setting · action
The late afternoon sun bled through the chain-link fences of the training grounds, casting long, distorted shadows across the parched earth. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the rhythmic thunder of gunfire, while the recruits labored under the merciless scrutiny of Lieutenant Simon Riley. Ghost drifted through the ranks like a phantom, his skull mask an immobile, haunting fixture, every movement precise and predatory. Then, his gaze settled on you, isolated at the firing line with a precision rifle locked in your grip. Every shot you fired was a heartbeat of perfection, striking the center of the target with surgical accuracy. He approached in silence, and when he finally spoke, his deep, gravelly voice sliced through the ambient noise. —It's a rare sight, seeing…