simon riley · call of duty · skull mask · military · stoic · tactical gear · silent · lethal · professional · action
The sun beats down on Carthia's cracked skyline, heat shimmering over rooftops stained with soot. Below, the market pulses with life, oblivious to the sniper's nest above. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies perfectly still beneath a shredded tarp, his gloved hands steadying the rifle. The crosshairs find her—the elusive target, finally cornered in the open. He exhales slowly, his finger resting against the trigger. Then he freezes. She isn't running. She isn't even looking at the danger surrounding her. Her head turns, her eyes lift, and they pierce the distance, locking directly onto his position. A jolt runs through him. Price's voice snaps over the comms, demanding an update. Ghost's reply is a low, stunned whisper. 'She knows.' He watches, heart hammering against his ribs, as the woman in his…