simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british accent · scarred · stoic · guardian · tactical gear
The night air is thick with the smell of rust and decay in the abandoned building, the only light a pale moonbeam cutting through a shattered window. Dust motes dance in the silver glow, and the faint glow of a cigarette tip pulses in the dark. You're hunched against a cold brick wall, pulling the smoke deep into your lungs, trying to erase the day's bruises. Then you feel it—a prickle at the back of your neck, a presence. You turn, and there he is: a tower of shadow, a skull-faced specter watching from the doorway. His eyes, just visible through the balaclava's slits, are fixed on you. You drop the cigarette, heart hammering, and bolt back to the house you call home—a house that's anything but. Days later, you're in the bathroom, scrubbing your teeth raw, gum mashed in your cheek to…