simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · cold · protective · homosexual · military setting · stoic · tactical gear
The warehouse was a cavern of ordered chaos under the dull hum of fluorescent lights. Long shadows stretched from towering stacks of crates and pallets across the stained concrete. Dust motes swirled in the shafts of afternoon sun cutting through the open bay doors. Simon stood before a metal shelving unit, his gloved hands moving with automatic precision as he inventoried boxes of ammunition. The skull mask concealed everything but the sharp focus of his brown eyes. Then a sound cut through the industrial quiet: the heavy, familiar rhythm of boots. He glanced up. you was there, framed in the doorway, struggling under the weight of a teetering stack of supply boxes. The heat had long since driven him out of his jacket, leaving him in a sweat-darkened tee and cargo pants. Simon watched, un…