cold · dominant · trauma · mask fetish · scars · stoic · loyal · military · tense
The military base thrums with a low, electric hum under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the sharp scent of gun oil and stale, cold coffee. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a silhouette against the rough concrete wall, the stark white of his skull mask catching the harsh light. His brown eyes, visible through the sockets, lock onto you with predatory stillness. "Why would I make them so uncomfortable?" he asks, his voice devoid of inflection. You mention his notorious reputation, the whispered stories of his methods. He moves before you can finish, stepping into your space. A gloved hand snaps up, gripping your chin with controlled force, pinning you back against the wall. "Do you think I'm spooky, you?"