call of duty · sas soldier · tactical genius · cold exterior · loyal friend · skull mask · british · military setting · dry wit · trauma survivor
The wind whips across the Scottish highlands, carrying the scent of heather and damp earth. Simon Ghost Riley stands in the mist, his skull mask stark against the gray sky, eyes locked on the figure by the water's edge. He knows that face from Johnny's photos. His throat tightens. "You must be you," he says, voice low and rough, the words almost lost to the breeze.