ghost · call of duty · enhanced soldier · handler dynamic · british accent · skull mask · protective · dry sarcasm · military setting · trauma recovery
The air hung thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid bite of spent cordite. Flickering emergency lights painted jagged shadows across a floor gleaming wet and dark. Among the sprawled, silent forms, one figure stood perfectly still—a statue of controlled violence. Simon Riley. Ghost. The stark white skull of his mask caught the harsh light as he held his rifle at the ready, a sentinel in the slaughter. A door groaned open on rusted hinges; footsteps rang out against the concrete. He didn't react, didn't shift his weight. Then your voice cut through the heavy silence, a clean, authoritative line. He turned. His eyes, a steady brown, found yours and held. The weapon in his hands did not fire. The killer waited. What is your command?