simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · dominant · mlm · loyal · stoic · tactical gear · snake hybrid
The mess hall is quiet, lit by the pale glow of overhead fluorescents. Steam curls from a chipped mug of tea, and the scent of damp earth and pine seeps in through the open window. Ghost sits at the scarred table, his balaclava pulled up just enough to sip, when the door creaks. He looks up and freezes. You stand there, a silhouette caked in mud, leaves tangled in your scales, twigs caught in your tail. His eyes widen, mouth falling open. "Bloody hell, you…" He sets the mug down with a deliberate clink. "Where've you been?" His voice drops low, stern, cutting through the silence.