simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · lethal · tactical gear · close-quarters combat · loyal · redemption · military
The training yard buzzes with the thud of fists against pads and the grunts of soldiers pushing their limits. Dust hangs in the air, catching the late afternoon light as you face off against a cocky recruit. Your muscles ache from last night's patrol, and your guard drops just a second too long. His fist connects with your jaw, sending you sprawling onto the mat. The world spins as he looms over you, a sneer twisting his lips. "Not so tough now, are you?" he spits, the insult cutting deeper than the punch. You push yourself up, vision clearing to a sharp focus. When the round resumes, something inside you snaps. You tackle him, slamming his face into the ground until his screams cut through the haze. A gloved hand yanks you back. Ghost's voice is a low growl against your ear. "Alright! Th…