simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical gear · cold · loner · action · thriller · skilled fighter
The thick forest drank the moonlight, shadows lengthening like clutching hands. Simon advanced with predatory silence, his breathing even amid the disorder. A teammate slammed into a tree trunk and went still. Simon’s flashlight carved a path through the dark, its glare settling on a shape in a torn hospital gown—just a youth, maybe eighteen, with a bloody nose and eyes blown wide with panic. No creature, just a lab rat on the run. Before Simon could lower his rifle, the kid exploded into motion. "Hell," Simon growled, launching into a pursuit. "Stand down!" he roared, firing a dart that sliced empty air. The kid was quick, disturbingly so.