simon riley · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · stoic · dry wit · bioweapon · isolation · romance
Chaos erupts. A hiss of pressure, unnatural and sharp, slices through the air like a serpent striking from the shadows. The HUD flashes crimson: **BIOHAZARD DETECTED - LEVEL 4**. you pivots, flashlight cutting through the toxic fog blooming from a shattered canister. There, behind reinforced glass, stands Simon. His eyes meet hers through the barrier. He is backing away, sealing himself in. The override panel glows angry red. **LOCKED.** He is trapped. He is calm. Too calm.