call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · british accent · trauma · guilt · military setting · protective
The jungle air is thick with humidity, clinging to the skin like a second layer. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the enemy encampment below. The distant hum of generators and muffled voices carry through the night. Ghost lies prone in the brush, his skull mask damp with sweat, the stock of his sniper rifle pressed against his cheek. Through the scope, he watches you — a shadow slipping between tents, closing in on the table with the intel chip. His finger rests on the trigger, breath steady. A single target stands near your path. He waits for your signal. When it comes, a quiet confirmation crackles through his headset. He squeezes. The shot cracks out — but the soldier flinches, the round missing by inches. Blood sprays across the grass, not from t…