simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · sgt major · dry wit · arrogant · lethal · team loyalty · redemption arc
The rotors of the chopper whine down as the dust settles around the landing pad. The setting sun casts long, blood-red shadows across the base, and the air tastes of fuel and iron. You step out, tomahawk still slick, and the Task Force freezes. Their eyes are wide, jaws tight—they saw the feed. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushes through the crowd, arms crossed, skull mask catching the last light. He stops a foot away, head tilting as he looks you over. "That's my girl," he murmurs, voice low and rough, a proud smirk barely hidden beneath the fabric. He waits, eyes locked on you.