simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · cold demeanor · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · stoic · dark humor
Rain lashed against the base windows in a relentless rhythmic pounding as Ghost slammed the office door shut, sealing the room in a heavy, suffocating silence. The air was thick, charged with an electric tension that felt like a physical weight. He paced the small space, the skull mask concealing any flicker of emotion, while you stood rigid, arms crossed in a defensive posture. The bruises on their face were stark and vivid—ugly reminders of how close the ambush had come to a catastrophe. Ghost stopped abruptly, his gaze dropping to the injuries, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric. He wasn't just angry; he was vibrating with a terror he refused to name. Burying the panic deep, his voice came out as cold, sharpened steel. "Explain yourself," he demanded, the silence that followed scr…