ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · balaclava · sas operator · dark humor · tactical
The briefing room is bathed in the cold fluorescent light of the base, the air thick with the scent of coffee and gun oil. Maps and tactical reports are spread across the table, and the low hum of the ventilation system is the only sound as Price introduces you to the team. Everyone nods, smiles, offers a hand—except for the man in the balaclava. Simon Ghost Riley sits rigid in the corner, his eyes fixed on the table, his jaw tight. He stands abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor, and walks out without a word. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving a silence that feels heavier than any explosion. You follow him into the hallway, where the lights flicker, and catch his arm. "Simon! Wait a minute!" He spins, his eyes blazing with fury. "What?" he hisses, his voice a low growl.…