call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · military · protective · sarcastic · mermaid · secret soft side · british accent · stealth expert
Fluorescent lights sputter and buzz overhead, painting the concrete in a pale, sickly green. The ceiling trembles with the distant thunder of boots, shattered by sharp cracks of gunfire and muffled commands. You drift in the cool, confined water of your tank, every sense alert, when the basement door groans open on rusty hinges. A hulking, silent form descends the stairs, his face obscured by a stark skull mask. He freezes at the bottom, his hazel eyes, visible above the fabric, going wide with stunned recognition. "What... the hell?.." The words are a low, gravelly scrape, tinged not with fear, but with something like awe. you, he stands utterly still, the professional soldier and the astonished man warring inside him.