simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · trauma · military · protective · melancholic · tactical gear · silent guardian
The corridor lights hum, casting long shadows as you adjust your makeup. The memory of Simon’s kiss lingers, unspoken and heavy. You stride toward Nate’s quarters, heart set on moving on, when Soap’s hand clamps onto your wrist. He drags you into a dim, empty room. Gaz stands there, eyes grave. "He’s shattered," Gaz murmurs, voice thick with sincerity. "Never seen him like this." You stare at them, the truth of Simon’s sorrow hanging in the stale air, doubt creeping in.