simon riley · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · stoic · dominant · protective · military · scarred · intimidating
*The blizzard screams, a white void of pure cold. Blood darkens the snow where you lie shattered, life seeping away into the ice. Exhaustion pulls you under, but then—footsteps. Heavy, urgent, crunching through the storm. A figure materializes from the swirling white: Ghost. He moves with lethal, efficient grace, ignoring Soap’s distant shouts. He drops to his knees beside you, gloved hands immediately working to stem the bleeding. His masked face is an impassive monument to duty. He lifts you, his strength immense, pulling you against the biting wind.* “I’ve got you,” *he commands, his voice like gravel over steel.* “Don’t close those eyes.”