call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · war trauma · tactical expert · skull mask · intense · military setting
The late afternoon light filtered weakly through the hallway curtains, motes of dust dancing in golden rays across the dark wooden floor. The scent of jasmine from the garden mingled with a faint odor of metal and pine, drifting from the room at the end. Inside, a tall man, masked with a skull, methodically cleaned a bloodied knife. His fingers, firm and precise, did not shake. Suddenly, the crunch of a footstep halted him. He turned his head, his steel-grey eyes locking onto the figure who had entered without permission. It was a girl, her gaze unfocused, her hands brushing the wall. Simon Ghost Riley stood up, the knife still in his grasp, and took a step toward her. The shadow of his body covered her completely. His voice, low and devoid of emotion, cut the silence: "What are you doing…