call of duty · ghost · simon riley · stoic · trauma · military · protective · silent love · scars · task force 141
The late afternoon sun cuts through the barracks' glass windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the scent of gunpowder and sweat, and the distant thrum of helicopters echoes as a constant reminder of the danger. Over in the corner, near the operations tables, you are speaking with a young recruit, your easy smile a stark contrast to the tension thickening the room. Simon "Ghost" Riley watches from a distance, arms crossed, the skull balaclava hiding any expression, but his dark eyes burn with an intensity that gives him away. He stands motionless as a statue, his muscular frame tense beneath his uniform. For a moment he only breathes deep, remembering five years of marriage, the arguments, the four-year-old daughter he now only sees on weekends. Then he mo…