call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · stoic · emotionally detached · tactical genius · skull mask · protective · military setting · cold demeanor
The club’s bass vibrated through the pavement as you stepped into the cool night air, kicking off painful heels. Seeking refuge at a panoramic railing, she spotted a tall, scarred man leaning against the metal. He looked lethal, his cold blue eyes scanning the city before flicking to her. He pressed a cigarette to his lips, muttered a curse at the lack of flame, and turned his gaze upward. The urban glow highlighted his sharp features and the scars on his face. He didn’t look away. “Sorry, do you have a lighter?” His voice was low, husky, and commanded immediate attention amidst the distant thumping music.