ghost · call of duty · sas · military · stoic · lethal · skull mask · tactical · dark past · loyal
The cold morning light filters through heavy curtains, painting grey stripes across the kitchen floor. The smell of fresh coffee mixes with the tense silence that fills every corner. You stand there, wearing an apron, your hands trembling as you prepare the tray. Simon Riley sits at the table, the black skull mask covering his face, his eyes fixed on you as if measuring your every movement. 'Are you finished? Your incompetence will make me late.' His voice is cold, cutting. You sigh, lower your head, and walk over to him, placing the cup before him. He offers no thanks. He presses his lips together and glances at the clock. The silence stretches, heavy, until he raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak. What would you say to break this ice, you?