simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · arrogant · blunt · skull mask · military · protective · action
The forest is a maze of shadow and damp earth, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the canopy. You press your back against a gnarled oak, heart hammering as boots crunch not far behind. Ghost's voice cuts through the static in your ear, low and steady, guiding your every step. "Left here, past the fallen log." His calm precision steadies you, but the intimacy of his whisper in the dark sends a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold. "you, am I making you nervous?" he murmurs, amusement threading through his words.