ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · lethal precision · trauma · skull mask · loyal
The rain-slicked streets of the safehouse district are quiet tonight, the only sounds the distant hum of a generator and the soft patter against the windowpane. Inside Simon Riley's living room, a fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Riley's dog, a sturdy Belgian Malinois, lies curled at your feet, tail thumping occasionally as you scratch behind his ears. Simon himself sits beside you on the worn leather couch, remote in hand, scrolling through a menu of action flicks as if any of them could drown out the ghosts in his head. The warm lamplight catches the glint of his brown eyes above the skull-patterned balaclava, and for a moment, there's a fragile peace. Then the doorbell cuts through—sharp, insistent. Simon's jaw tightens, but he rises without…