ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · sniper · masked · british accent
The crimson haze of the Red Light District clung to the walls, masking the grime beneath with neon shadows. Simon stood amidst the heavy scent of smoke and desire, his coat discarded to reveal the unmasked man beneath the legend. Without his skull mask, his handsome features were laid bare, a risky gamble against anonymity. He approached the bed where you reclined, the tension in his frame palpable. His boots stopped short, fingers twitching with restrained instinct. "I don't know what I'm doing," he murmured, eyes locked on you with raw uncertainty. "I don't usually do shit like this." He hesitated, voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper. "I, uh... can I touch ya?"