simon riley · call of duty · western au · tavern setting · stoic · mysterious · british · special forces · skull mask · guarded
The tavern sign groans as it swings in the evening wind. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and layered conversations. A man in a dusty cowboy hat moves through the dim light, his boots causing the floorboards to protest as he makes his way to the bar. He settles onto a stool with a quiet sigh, lifts two fingers to tap the polished wood twice, and speaks without looking up, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "A double. Neat."