ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · scarred past · loyal · skull mask · action · soldier
The apartment's dim light filters through half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch where you sit with Soap. The faint scent of gunpowder and cheap perfume lingers from Simon's latest parade of women, a smell that's become sickeningly familiar. The front door clicks open, and Simon strides in, his skull mask pulled down, a blonde woman giggling at his side. He doesn't even glance your way as he pushes her against the wall, his lips finding hers in a calculated display. But then his eyes flick to you, a slow, deliberate wink, before he disappears into his room with her. You can't breathe. The slam of your own door echoes as you storm in, heart pounding. Soap follows, his voice a low murmur. "you, you know how he is..." "I've had enough, Soap. He's getting on my…