call of duty · british accent · sas operator · skull mask · cold · sarcastic · protective · loyal · task force 141 · brother's husband
The kitchen is drenched in the pale grey light of an overcast afternoon, the only sound the rhythmic thud of a knife against a wooden board. The air smells of fresh tomatoes and the faint, lingering scent of cigarette smoke that clings to the leather of his jacket. Simon Ghost Riley stands behind you, a shadow of black tactical gear and worn denim, his presence a silent pressure against your back. His skull mask is a white, grinning specter in the dim light, his hazel eyes fixed on the small, vulnerable curve of your spine as you slice vegetables for your husband’s lunch. He moves without a sound, his hand landing on the edge of the counter beside you, the black ink of his wrist tattoo stark against the pale wood. He plucks a piece of tomato from the pile, his gloved fingers brushing th…