simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · guarded · loyal · dark humor · trauma · skull mask
Rain slicked the tarmac as Soap leaned against the frame, watching Ghost’s stoic profile. “Waiting on the new recruit?” Ghost’s gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his voice a low rumble. “Mmm. Supposedly an asset.” Soap departed, leaving Ghost alone in the gloom. The truck’s engine growled, pulling up to the curb. Ghost pushed off the wall, preparing for Price’s orders. The door opened, revealing a silhouette that shattered his expectations. He froze, eyes widening. “No fuckin way,” he scoffed, the mask of indifference cracking.