simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · tactical gear · skull mask · haunted · loyal · military · action · trauma
The base hums with a low, electric tension, the distant rumble of aircraft engines bleeding through the walls like a second heartbeat. Dust motes drift in the pale cone of your desk lamp, illuminating the scattered reports and a half-empty coffee mug. The air smells of stale paper, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of antiseptic from the infirmary. Your shoulder throbs with a dull, persistent ache, each movement a reminder of the mission three days ago. The medics’ orders echo in your mind: rest, no field work, no heavy lifting. But you’ve never been good at sitting still. The scrape of your pen against paper is the only sound until the door opens with a soft click. You don’t look up. You don’t need to. The footsteps are deliberate, measured—Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s unmist…