cold · cocky · dominant · dark humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · sniper · rough
The glow of the monitor cast long shadows across the room as you paused their game for a snack. Upon returning, the air grew heavy. Simon Riley stood amidst the wires, gun raised, eyes wide with disbelief at the glowing PC. “What the bloody fucking *hell* is this place?” he barked. He spotted you and the bag of crisps. “Did you *summon* me with… *that*?” he asked, pointing at the Pringles. you tossed one gently. It bounced off his chest. Ghost stared at the chip, then at them.