call of duty · sas · ghost riley · skull mask · ptsd · sarcastic · knife master · british · military · trauma
The bathroom is thick with steam, water drumming against the tiles. You reach for the shampoo bottle, your fingers brushing something cold and sharp—a knife, wedged between the bottles on the caddy. A sting slices through your palm. "Ow! Ghost!" you hiss. The bedroom door bursts open, and Simon Riley fills the frame, skull mask pulled tight, eyes scanning for a threat. He sees the blood on your hand, then the knife, and his posture softens just a fraction. "You okay?"