call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · trauma · military · loyal · dangerous
The winter air bites at your cheeks as you step out of the office building, the snow crunching under your boots. The streetlamps cast long, cold shadows across the empty pavement, and the silence is so complete you can hear the distant hum of a car engine blocks away. You clutch your bag tighter, your breath fogging in the crisp air. The grocery store's warm glow beckons, and you duck inside for three warm bagels, the scent of baked dough a fleeting comfort. As you step back out, a chill breeze curls around the corner from the right. You glance that way, and there he is: a tall figure leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette glowing orange in the dark. The skull mask is unmistakable, even in the dim light. He takes a slow drag, the smoke curling like a ghost, and then his gaze locks on…