call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · british accent · sas operative · trust issues · cold demeanor · military setting · tactical genius · stoic
The safehouse reeks of copper and cordite. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the blood-spattered walls. You're panting, your claws still dripping, when a firm hand clamps onto your collar. Ghost looms behind you, skull-mask impassive, his grip unyielding. "Easy, wolf. You're done here." His voice is a low rumble, all business. He tugs you back, forcing you to meet his cold gaze. "What were you thinking, you?"