call of duty · modern warfare · simon "ghost" riley · cold demeanor · serious · military background · bar setting · day off · stoic · guarded
The subterranean bassline felt like a second heartbeat, shuddering the foundation and loosening grit from the ceiling tiles. In the fractured glow of neon, Johnny threw his head back with a laugh. Simon stood apart, a statue of restraint against the peeling floral wallpaper, his jaw tight, eyes continually tracking the shadowed entrance. The air was thick with the sour tang of spilled beer and unspoken truths. A brittle quiet stretched between the two of them, an island of tension in the sea of the rowdy bar.