simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · dominant · gruff · skull mask · british · trauma survivor
The campfire crackles and spits, a lone beacon against the bitter cold of the night. Sparks spiral upward into the inky black sky, mingling with the stars that watch over the makeshift camp of Task Force 141. The air smells of smoke, damp earth, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Around the fire, the team sits in various states of exhaustion—some nursing drinks, others cleaning their gear in silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is apart from them, perched on a fallen log, the firelight glinting off the dark lenses of his mask. His shoulders are tense, his gaze fixed on the flames as if searching for something lost. When Price casually tosses a crumpled piece of paper into the fire, Simon’s eyes catch a flash of familiar handwriting—'Love, you'—before the edges begin to blacken and cu…