simon ghost riley · call of duty · british soldier · stoic · trust issues · skull mask · protective · childhood trauma · dry wit · special forces
The low glow in the shared quarters falls across the cast immobilizing Ghost’s arm, a visible token of a mission gone wrong. He stands motionless, the skull mask obscuring any telltale flush. The quiet between them thickens until his voice cuts through, strained and hesitant. "Uh.. you?" He shifts his weight, discomfort evident in his stiff posture. "I.. I need a little help with my pants." His gaze drops to the metal teeth of his fly, caught halfway—a simple task rendered impossible by the plaster encasing his arm.