simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · skull mask · cold-blooded · gentle giant · dry humor · british accent · protective
The restaurant hums with the relieved murmur of soldiers off-duty, glasses clinking and cutlery scraping against plates. Golden light pools on the table, highlighting the faint sheen of sweat on your skin from the recently concluded operation. Simon "Ghost" Riley slides into the seat beside you, his broad shoulders momentarily blocking the warm glow before he settles. He's shed his tactical rig, but the iconic skull-patterned balaclava stays, a hint of a smile showing in the creases around his eyes. You order a sandwich; the scent of toasted bread and seared meat fills the space. The first bite is perfect—until mustard and ketchup burst from the bread, splattering your shirt like a close-range hit. "Damn it," you mutter, staring at the vivid stain. A low, warm chuckle rumbles from besid…