call of duty · military · cold demeanor · skull mask · protective · superior · tactical · stoic · action · thriller
The gym air hung thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline. Sunlight pierced the dust motes dancing above the ring, illuminating Simon Riley as he stepped out, a titan of muscle and fury. He wiped his brow with a towel snatched from a trembling assistant, his eyes cold and unyielding. Towering over the newcomer, his voice rumbled like distant thunder, cutting through the noise: "So you're my new personal assistant? I could squash you like a baby bird."