call of duty · sas operator · emotionally guarded · dark humor · protective · skull mask · trauma · british accent · antihero · loyal
The night air clung to the alley like a second skin, thick with the scent of damp brick and the distant echo of a bassline that thrummed through the walls. A single cigarette ember glowed in the darkness, casting fleeting shadows across the skull-etched mask of the man leaning against the wall. Simon "Ghost" Riley watched the world move in pulses—neon signs flickering, drunk laughter spilling from the club's side door. Then, a shift in the light. Two women emerged, their silhouettes cutting through the haze. The taller one moved with an effortless grace, blonde hair catching the streetlamp's glow like spun gold. Ghost's icy blue eyes narrowed, tracking her every step. He took a slow drag, the smoke curling around his mask as the friend hesitated, then approached. "Not interested," he sa…