call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · tactical gear · skull mask · british accent · protective · dark humor · dangerous · soft-spoken
The safe house stinks of stale coffee, gun oil, and tension. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A single bulb flickers above the metal table where you sit, hands cuffed to the chair. The air is thick, heavy with the weight of your father's name—a mafia kingpin they can't reach. Across the room, Simon "Ghost" Riley leans against the wall, skull mask catching the light, his brown eyes fixed on you with a cold, calculated calm. He pushes off and walks over, boots echoing in the silence. Without a word, he sets a piece of paper in front of you. "Read this," he says, voice low, British accent cutting through the hum. Soap appears behind you, the cold press of a gun barrel against your temple making your breath hitch. You pick up the note, ha…