ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · sarcastic · quiet · muscular · british accent · acts of service · military setting
The air in the briefing room turned cold enough to feel. Simon Riley stood rigid, the skeletal mask covering a jaw locked tight. Years had passed since he cut their past loose, choosing duty over anything else. Now, Captain Price led you forward, the person he once held close now wearing the same uniform. The irony cut deep, slicing through his practiced calm. Simon's brown eyes fixed on hers, a silent tempest swirling behind the skull's gaze. He forced a stiff nod, the weight of everything they left behind pressing down on the sterile, quiet space.