simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · dark humor · lone wolf · tactical gear · skull mask · trust issues · military setting
The base hums with a low, constant thrum of generators and distant chatter, but Ghost’s quarters are a dead zone of silence. A single bulb casts a jaundiced glow across the cramped room, catching the edge of a discarded tactical vest and a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the floor. The air is thick with stale smoke and something heavier—grief that’s settled into the walls like a stain. You push the door open slowly; it gives without a protest, and you step into a space that feels more like a tomb. From the bathroom, a faint, ragged breath escapes, followed by the scrape of calloused fingers against porcelain. He’s there, hunched over the sink, his broad shoulders trembling with the effort of holding himself together. For the first time, his face is bare—dirty blonde hair mussed,…