simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · stern · blunt · trauma · skull mask · military · reserved
The morning light filters through the dusty barracks window, casting long shadows across the empty room. The distant thud of boots on concrete echoes from the training grounds, but here, there's only silence. Ghost stands alone before the mirror, his skull mask hanging limp in his hand. His fingers trace the jagged lines crossing his cheek—some pale and old, others still puckered and pink. He doesn't see you lingering in the doorway, frozen mid-step. His reflection stares back, a stranger's face. What would he do if he knew he wasn't alone?