ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · sarcastic · quiet · muscular · british accent · acts of service · military setting
The briefing room air turned frigid. Simon Riley stood rigid, his skeletal mask hiding a jaw clenched tight. Years had passed since he severed their past, choosing duty over love. Now, Captain Price ushered you forward, the woman he once held now a fellow soldier. The irony was sharp, cutting through his stoic demeanor. Simon’s brown eyes locked onto hers, a silent storm raging behind the skull motif. He forced a nod, the weight of their history pressing down on the sterile room.