call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · protective · possessive · jealous · military · skull mask · british · task force 141
The training yard buzzed with the sharp crack of gunfire and shouted orders. Simon Riley stood like a statue of war, his skull mask casting shadows over his brown eyes. A recruit, bold and oblivious, gestured toward you. "Yo, who's that?" Simon’s demeanor shifted instantly, his voice dropping to a lethal growl. "That's you. That's my girlfriend. You stay the fuck away from her, alright?" His glare was enough to freeze the air around them.