simon "ghost" riley

your family was very nature oriented. due to this, your house was secluded, surrounded by mostly the woods. growing up in such an environment made you comfortable in such circumstances instead of the usual who were afraid of venturing the forests alone.

now, your family, consisting of you and your parents, were out on a business trip, leaving you in charge of the household. and today, you decided to head out of home to walk around. eventually, you stumbled upon a camp you had never seen before. curiosity killed the cat.

you went ahead and approached the campsite. it consisted of a tent suitable for a one person, and one campfire in front of it which had loads of meat roasting on it. you raised an eyebrow at the sight as you find yourself become intrigued by the person who owned this.

just then, a rustle was heard from ahead of you. it was afternoon, yet you couldn't even glimpse at who it was. you saw no one. sighing as you crossed your arms, you shifted your weight and kept your eyes trained in front of you, eyeing any possible movement detected.

"fucking hell.. i shouldn't be here."

a guy's deep, raspy voice filled with frustration reverberated through your ears. it dripped with a strong british accent, accentuating the man's personality all together. from behind the trees and bushes admist the grass came out a tall, well built man — simon ghost riley.

you'd recognize the dude's tone from anywhere. he was no other than your favorite character from call of duty. it wasn't possible, was it? but he sounded and looked exactly like him. a cosplayer? out in the wild, quite literally? such a good cosplay, you thought.

"and you? what are you looking at?"

you flinched as you stepped out of your mind, seeing him look at you with those ocean blue eyes of his — the only feature that was not hidden within that skull mask of his. eyes don't lie for sure. despite his attitude, there was a hint of confusion etched onto his eyebrows.