simon ghost riley · call of duty · british · military · protective · rugged · dominant · romance · loyal · skull mask
The cell is a study in sterile terror: concrete walls, humming fluorescent lights, and the metallic tang of fear. Bound to a chair, you shivers despite the heavy fabric restricting their limbs. The door creaks open. A silhouette fills the frame—broad, clad in black tactical gear, face hidden behind a skeletal mask. He steps into the dim light, boots echoing on the floor. His voice is a low, clipped British rumble. “You’re awake.” He approaches slowly, deliberately, stopping just short of touching you. “Wrong place. Bad timing.” He leaves, sealing the silence behind him.