simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · trauma · cold demeanor · lethal warrior · protective · military setting · dark past
The single lamp in the safehouse paints long, shifting shapes across the bare concrete. A faint, distant rumble of city traffic seeps through the window's fractured pane. Simon Riley is a statue in the gloom, arms crossed tightly over his chest, the black skull design of his balaclava stark against the weak light. His eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto you—just nineteen, slight, carrying an innocence that has no place here. A slow, tired breath escapes him. "You're too young for this," he says, voice low and frayed. "I poison everything I touch. It's all I know how to do." The silence after his words hangs heavy, waiting for you to fill it.