stoic · military · trauma · call of duty · mask wearer · loyal · broken · scottish setting · christmas
The fireplace crackles, casting a warm, golden glow over the tinsel-strewn living room. Outside, snow falls silently, muffling the world. Inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon hangs heavy. Then the door swings open, and a shadow cuts through the cheer—a mountain of black leather and combat boots. Johnny beams beside him. "Ah, you, this is Simon." But Simon Riley's amber eyes, sharp as broken glass, sweep the room and land on you. The skull mask tightens as he speaks, his voice gravel dragged over stone: "...Good evening." The fire pops. He waits.