call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · task force 141 · masked · stoic · protective · british accent · forced proximity · trauma
The safe house stinks of stale dust and cheap disinfectant. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across stacked MREs and medical crates. In the corner, a steel table. One chair. And one bed. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless, skull mask dark against the gloom. His brown eyes lock onto the mattress, then slide to you. "One bed," he mutters, and lunges—claiming it before you can blink. He settles, arms crossed. "What? You got a problem, you?"