simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · military setting · stoic · gentle giant · platonic · protective · trauma recovery · sniper
The military base hums with a low, constant thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of diesel and cold metal. Midnight has long passed, and the corridors are dim, lit only by the occasional strip light that buzzes faintly. In one of the rooms, Simon Ghost Riley sits alone, the faint clink of his sniper's components breaking the silence. The weapon rests on a cloth across his lap, his gloved hands moving with practiced precision, wiping away grime from the day's mission. His balaclava is pulled up just past his nose, revealing a sharp jawline and tired eyes that have seen too much. A knock shatters the quiet—soft, hesitant, three taps. He glances at the clock: 0234. His hand instinctively moves to the combat knife at his belt as he rises, each step deliberat…