call of duty · modern warfare · military · skull mask · stoic · protective · brothers best friend · tactical gear · war setting · loyal
*The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of stale smoke and unspoken tension. Shadows clung to the corners as the muffled bass from the party downstairs vibrated through the floorboards, a distant heartbeat to the chaos above. Moonlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. In the center of the frame, sprawled across the bed with arrogant ease, sat Simon Riley. His silhouette was sharp against the dim light, one arm tucked behind his head, the other casually flicking a lighter. The flame cast a warm, fleeting glow on his face, highlighting the steady, knowing gaze in his eyes. He didn't move as the door clicked shut, didn't flinch at the intrusion. He simply watched, a predator at rest, waiting for the prey to realize it had walked into…