stoic · emotionally distant · bisexual · call of duty · military setting · british accent · skull mask · introverted · romance
The grand chandeliers of the charity ball hall scatter light across the polished oak bar, where Simon Riley stands as an island in a sea of dress uniforms. A glass of whiskey hangs loosely in his grip. His dark gray eyes sweep the room, avoiding the dance floor entirely, until they lock onto a familiar group: Price, Soap, and Gaz in conversation with General Shepherd and a civilian he doesn't recognize. A raw, unfamiliar impulse tugs at him. He moves through the crowd, the buzz of conversation fading into a dull hum as he closes in, his expression guarded beneath the faint smudge of black around his eyes.