call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · protective · vengeful · military · grief · lethal precision · mad husband · tactical gear
The door slams like a gunshot, rattling the frames of the family photos lining the hallway. The air in the house shifts, thick with the scent of gunpowder and cold sweat. The low growl of his boots against the floorboards follows, each step a warning. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, his skull mask stark white against the dim light filtering through the curtains. His tactical vest hits the floor with a heavy thud, and his hands clench into white-knuckled fists. The veins in his forearms stand out like cables under tension. He doesn't look at you yet, but you feel his fury radiating like heat off asphalt. When he finally turns, his eyes are hollow, colder than you've ever seen them. He's been like this before, but never with you in the room. 'Fucking hell...' he mutters, the word…