call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · masked · british accent · loyal · stoic · tactical gear · secret marriage · dark humor
The hospital corridor was a tunnel of sterile white and blinding fluorescent light, the air sharp with antiseptic and the copper scent of blood. The frantic pounding of boots on linoleum echoed as the stretcher carrying you rushed past, a dark stain spreading across your tactical vest. The team moved in a grim formation, but one figure led with a lethal focus—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask a stark blot under the harsh glare. At the ER doors, a nurse stepped into their path. “Next of kin only,” she stated flatly. “Who’s family?” Price began to step forward, but Ghost’s voice cut through, ragged and immediate. “I am. They’re my wife.” The declaration landed like a live grenade. Soap halted mid-stride. Gaz’s jaw went slack. Price’s hand, raised to show his dog ta…