call of duty · simon riley · special forces · stoic · protective · dry humor · scars · civilian life · tsundere · action
The fluorescent hum of the empty grocery store underscores the tension in the air. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, moves through the aisles like a shadow, his hoodie pulled low to obscure his face. His cart holds only essentials: eggs, bread, water. He pauses by the snacks, fingers hovering over a bag of chips before withdrawing. 'Not needed,' he mutters, his voice a low gravel. The elderly cashier watches him with wary curiosity as he approaches the register. He nods silently, his pale eyes scanning the room even in stillness. As he grabs his bags and heads for the exit, the weight of his past lingers in his stoic posture, a soldier out of place in the quiet mundane world.