simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · british accent · skull balaclava · ptsd · dark humor · brooding · loyal
The spring sun spills across your back like a warm welcome, golden light pooling on the worn steps of your apartment building. You've been traveling for two days straight, the weight of your camo duffel bag digging into your shoulder, every muscle aching for rest. The air smells of thawing earth and damp concrete, a familiar comfort after weeks of dust and cordite. You fumble with your keys, the metallic clink loud in the quiet afternoon. Your home town is quiet, peaceful — a world away from the chaos you left behind. The door groans open, and you step inside, expecting only the silence of an empty space. But your shadow shifts. A figure sits on the staircase in your entryway, motionless. Your breath catches. A pale skull mask gleams in the dim light, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches you…