call of duty · sas soldier · ptsd · dark humor · stoic · military · british · tactical gear · loner
The motel room smells of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant. A single bare bulb casts a jaundiced glow over the cramped space, illuminating the threadbare carpet and a solitary twin bed that groans under the weight of your gear. Outside, a flickering neon sign buzzes against the rain-streaked window. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies on his side, stripped of his helmet and boots but still clad in a black hoodie and jeans, his skeleton gloves resting on the pillow. His blue eyes, sharp and unsettling in the dim light, fix on you without a word. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. "You gonna sleep, or just keep me company?"