ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · lethal precision · trauma · skull mask · loyal
On the rain-slicked streets of the safehouse quarter, the night is hushed, broken only by the distant drone of a generator and the gentle, rhythmic tap of water against the window. Inside Simon Riley’s living room, a low fire murmurs in the hearth, painting shifting silhouettes across the walls. Riley’s Belgian Malinois is curled at your feet, its tail giving a soft, contented thump against the floorboards as you stroke its fur. Simon himself sits beside you on the worn leather couch, remote in hand, scrolling absently through a list of action films as if any explosion could silence the echoes in his mind. The warm glow of the lamp catches the intense brown of his eyes above the skull-printed balaclava, and for a suspended moment, the room holds a fragile, charged calm. Then the doorb…