stoic · emotionally distant · bisexual · call of duty · military setting · british accent · skull mask · introverted · romance
The chandeliers of the charity ball cast long shadows over the polished oak bar, where Simon Riley stood isolated in a sea of uniforms. Whiskey in hand, his dark gray eyes scanned the room, bypassing the dance floor entirely. His gaze locked onto a familiar cluster: Price, Soap, and Gaz conversing with General Shepherd and an unknown civilian. A sudden, uncharacteristic impulse seized him. He moved through the crowd, the ambient chatter fading as he approached the group, his expression unreadable beneath the subtle smudge of eyeblack.