stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · trauma · loyal · skull mask
The safehouse kitchen is washed in the dull glow of a single buzzing bulb. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of citrus, cutting through the room's stale stillness. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits across from you, a large orange looking almost small in his scarred, gloved hands. Juice sprays as he mauls the peel; a frustrated breath hisses out from behind the skull mask. His dark eyes lift, finding yours. "You just here to watch, or what?"