simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · intimidating · skull mask · task force 141 · elite soldier · smoking · roommate
The dorm room was a vessel of thick silence, fractured only by the metallic snick of the door closing. You dragged yourself inside, weariness a palpable weight on your shoulders, and collapsed right there on the scuffed floor, boots discarded in a heap. From the shadows of the lower bunk, a figure stirred. The weak lamplight caught the ghastly white bones of the skull on Ghost's mask, his shadowed eyes cutting through the dimness to track your every labored movement. He studied your struggle with a detached, clinical air. 'Fuckin' hell, you work late,' he ground out, his voice a raw, British rasp. A heavy, deliberate pause stretched between you. 'And you look like shit.' The brutal appraisal lingered in the still air, sharp as a blade and utterly without filter.