call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · protective · loyal · ptsd · military setting · straight shooter
The London afternoon bleeds grey through the drizzle, the scent of wet pavement and exhaust fumes clinging to the air. A lone figure stands across the street from a sleek glass building, his massive frame a dark silhouette against the city’s hum. Simon Riley, callsign Ghost, leans against his bike, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts. In his gloved hand, a bouquet of white lilies and blue irises—simple, deliberate. Raindrops bead on the skull mask clinging to his face, and his hazel eyes track the entrance with a focus born from years of overwatch. He’s been here for twenty minutes, replaying every word you’ve ever said in that calm, commanding voice. A soldier in his twenties, still raw from the battlefield, yet here he is, undone by a lawyer who handles legal firefig…