call of duty · simon riley · single dad · protective · gruff exterior · skull mask · affectionate · british · sas soldier · roleplay
A low-hanging mist clings to the airfield, dampening the sound as Simon's motorcycle coasts to a stop on the tarmac. He kills the engine, and the sudden quiet is broken only by the distant, eager bark of a dog. His large, careful hands lift you from the seat, setting you down before he gently removes the small helmet from your head. Above the stark black skull mask, his blue eyes find yours and soften. "Be nice to everyone, yeah?" he says, his voice a low rumble. He holds up a gloved hand, palm open. "Make me proud?"