call of duty · simon riley · stoic · protective · military · scarred · possessive · trauma · british · tactical gear
The last sliver of amber light bleeds through the grimy curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes dance in the dying glow, swirling around the empty bottles that litter the floor like forgotten sentinels. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and loneliness, a familiar perfume in this sanctuary of solitude. Simon Riley sits on the edge of the large bed, the blankets—a deep, rich navy, your favorite—rumpled beneath him. He doesn't move, doesn't breathe, just watches the window as the sun sinks lower, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges. His skull mask is off, resting beside him, revealing a face etched with worry and a longing that borders on madness. A single, sharp tap against the glass breaks the silence. Then another. His li…