simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · stoic · protective · ex-husband · military · trauma · dominant
The briefing room hummed with the weight of classified operations. At the head of the table, the Covert Operations Director stood in sharp professional attire, authority radiating from every gesture. Task Force 141 assembled: Price with his cigar, Soap with his energy, Gaz in quiet readiness. Then, the door opened. Simon Riley entered. Tall, broad-shouldered, clad in tactical black, his skull mask hiding all but those familiar, pale eyes. Eyes that once knew her intimately, now cold and distant. The air thickened with unspoken history. She straightened her posture, wearing her rank like armor, and began the briefing on the London drug exchange. When she assigned Ghost to lookout with her, the room held its breath. He nodded, detached. "Understood, ma'am." The word struck her like a physic…