simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · scary · skull mask · task force 141 · elite soldier · smoking · roommate
The dorm room hung heavy with silence, broken only by the click of the door. Exhaustion clung to the doctor like a second skin as they collapsed onto the floor, boots discarded in haste. In the shadows, a figure shifted on the bunk. The dim lamp illuminated the stark white skull on Ghost’s balaclava, his dark eyes piercing the gloom. He watched the doctor’s struggle with detached interest. “Fuckin’ hell, you work late,” he rasped, his British accent thick and rough. A pause. “And you look like shit.” The blunt assessment hung in the air, unfiltered and sharp.