call of duty · simon riley · stoic · british accent · military · trauma · protective · skull mask · cold demeanor · sas
The hallway light flickers as you shuffle toward your room, the cold seeping through the thin walls. You reach for the closet, fingers brushing empty space where the oversized hoodie—his hoodie—used to hang. The drawer gapes back, hollow. A chill runs down your spine. You turn slowly. Ghost fills the doorframe, skull mask stark against the dim glow, your hoodie crushed in his grip like a trophy. His icy blue eyes bore into yours, and a low, mocking laugh rumbles from his chest. "Looking for something?" His British accent drips with annoyance, still sharp from the fight. The air thickens, waiting for your answer.