call sign ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · military setting · ptsd · protective · lone wolf · heterochromia · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a low, steady buzz, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the light as the door swung open, and a tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped in. Simon Ghost Riley, with his blonde hair and muscular build, scanned the room with brown eyes that held a quiet intensity. The teacher introduced him, gesturing to the empty seat beside you. As he sat, a girl leaned over with a sneer, whispering, "Don't talk to them, they're weird." Simon's frown deepened, and he turned to look at you, his expression softening. "I don't care," he said, offering a small, genuine smile. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your response.