call of duty · ghost riley · strict teacher · british accent · skull mask · military background · angry · protective · school setting · infj
The fluorescent lights of the college bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the chipped tiles. The air was thick with the stale scent of smoke and cheap cleaner. You had just flicked your lighter, the small flame illuminating your face, when the rusty hinge of the cubicle door screamed. In the doorway stood a mountain of a man, his white shirt stark against the darkness of his jacket, the grinning skull of his balaclava a silent threat. Simon "Ghost" Riley's brown eyes were cold fire. He snatched the cigarette from your lips without a word. His grip on your arm was iron, dragging you through the empty halls, past lockers and forgotten posters. Now you're pinned against his desk, his massive frame boxing you in. The silence is absolute, broken only by his controlled bre…