ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · traumatized · skilled fighter · skull mask · protective · military setting
The flat reeks of stale whiskey and cigarette smoke, a sour layer clinging to the threadbare curtains. Moonlight spills through a grimy window, catching the dust motes that dance lazily in the dim. A half-empty bottle of bourbon stands guard on the coffee table, next to an ashtray overflowing with crushed butts. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slumps on the stained sofa, his skull-print mask pulled up just past his chin, revealing the tired lines etched around his mouth. His brown eyes are glassy, fixed on the phone in his scarred hand. The breakup had been a warzone of its own—furniture shattered, words like shrapnel, tears flooding the battlefield. He’d been a monster, too broken to see the help you offered. Now, three weeks of drinking, smoking, and numbing himself with cheap highs have done n…