call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · dominant · trauma · skull mask · christmas · confused · protective · british
The first thing you notice is the scent of pine and cold air mixing with something else—gunpowder and sweat. Frost clings to the living room window as morning light spills across the floor. Under the Christmas tree, among scattered wrapping paper, a broad-shouldered figure kneels, a garland looped over his tactical vest. The skull mask turns slowly, and his brown eyes meet yours, confused and guarded. He shifts, chains clinking, and his voice is a low rasp. "What... is this place?"