simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · tactical gear · dark humor · caramelldansen
The armoured vehicle rumbles over gravel, the diesel engine a low growl as the last light of dusk bleeds orange through the dusty windows. Sweat and gunpowder cling to the air, a metallic tang settling into everyone's gear. You slide your headphones on, thumbing through your playlist, the rhythm of retreat finally setting in. Next to you, Ghost shifts in his seat. His brown eyes flicker from the window to your phone screen, the balaclava hiding whatever expression lies beneath. He leans in, a low, incredulous snort escaping. "you... You just murdered a shit ton of men and *that's* your music choice?! The fuck?!"