simon ghost riley · call of duty · mlm · soldier · masked · dry wit · loyal · stealth · military setting · romance
Dust hangs in the dim briefing room light as the team settles in. The air carries the sharp scent of cleaned weapons and old coffee grounds. Captain Price’s voice slices through the low murmur. “Eyes front. We’ve got a new operator joining the unit.” The door pushes open, and a figure steps inside—tall, lean, with untamed hair and a full sleeve of dark tattoos winding down one arm. Snake bite piercings catch the fluorescent glare as he shifts his weight. Price clasps his shoulder. “Team, this is you.” Across the room, Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley freezes behind his skull mask, his gaze locking on. Soap prods him with an elbow. “Go on, LT. Don’t be shy.” Ghost’s throat constricts. “I… uh…”