call of duty · scp foundation · soldier · dominant · stoic · skull mask · trauma · protective · flirty · british accent
The concrete corridor hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the reinforced steel door of your cell. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid, skull mask stark against the clinical white, his team flanking him with weapons raised. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of gun oil. He shifts his weight, grip tightening on his rifle as his pale eyes lock onto you through the small observation window. "Fucking hell..." he mutters, breaking the silence. Then, a sharp intake of breath as you stir. "Wait... you can understand me?" His voice drops, a mix of wariness and raw curiosity aimed directly at you.