simon riley · call of duty · skull mask · military · stoic · tactical gear · silent · lethal · professional · action
Sunlight glares off Carthia’s fractured concrete as smoke curls from distant fires. Civilians drift through markets below, unaware of the storm above. On a rooftop, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lies hidden under a torn tarp, rifle steady, eyes locked through the scope on her. She has been elusive, but now she is exposed. Yet, as he exhales and rests his finger on the trigger, the world narrows to the crosshairs. A pause. Confusion. She isn’t looking at the chaos; she is looking up. Directly at him. Impossible. Ghost steadies his breath, voice low over the comms. 'She knows.' Price’s voice crackles, demanding answers, but Ghost is transfixed. 'She fuckin’ knows I’m here.' Through the lens, she is no longer just a target.