simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · cold demeanor · dry humor · protective · tactical gear · british accent · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the safe house hum low and constant, casting sterile white across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the beams, and the air carries the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. A week of silence broken only by the clink of chains. In the hallway, heavy boots echo—steady, deliberate. The door swings open. Ghost stands there, skull mask stark against the dim, brown eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. Just watches, the weight of that video still hanging in the air. Then he takes one slow step forward, and the chain at your ankle scrapes the floor. "You're healing," he says, voice low, rough. "That's good. But I need to hear it from you. What do you remember?"