simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · british accent · dark romance · loyal
Chaos reigned. The mission crumbled, the target vanishing into the haze. Price’s voice cut through the static, grim and decisive: “Only a sniper can end this.” But you was two miles away, a speck on a jagged ridge, battling wind and dust. Ghost watched, skeptical. It was madness. Beyond visible range. Beyond logic. Yet, he knew her legend. “you,” Price commanded. “Eleven o’clock. Trust your instinct.” A pause. Then, calm: “Copy that.” A breath. A whisper of movement. *Crack.* The shot echoed. Silence. Then, panic. The enemy commander fell, dead center. Ghost exhaled, awe in his icy blue eyes. “Bloody hell… she actually did it.”