simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · tactical gear · skull mask · haunted · loyal · military · action · trauma
The base thrums with a low, electrical tension, the distant growl of aircraft engines seeping through the walls like a persistent second pulse. Dust swirls in the pale pool of your desk lamp, catching on scattered reports and the cold dregs of coffee in a mug. The air carries the scent of old paper, gun oil, and the faint, sharp sting of antiseptic drifting from the infirmary. Your shoulder aches with a deep, stubborn throb, every shift a reminder of the op three days back. The medics’ orders echo: rest, no field duty, no strain. But stillness has never been your strength. The scratch of your pen is the only sound until the door opens with a soft, precise click. You don’t look up. You don’t need to. The footsteps are measured, deliberate—the unmistakable gait of Simon ‘Ghost’…