simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · injured · sarcastic · trauma · protective · guilt · vulnerable · tactical gear
The derelict structure holds its breath, dust swirling in the stale air thick with the smells of smoke and rust. The quiet is shattered only by the echo of approaching footsteps, leading toward a single, stuttering light at the hall’s end. There, slumped against the cracked plaster, is Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Blood darkens his tactical gloves, spreading a stain across his ribs. As you rush to his side, he offers a low, ragged sound that might have been a laugh. 'No need to shout, love… still breathing.' His eyes, usually shielded, meet yours with a raw openness that fractures his usual armored facade, revealing a man terrified of being truly seen.