simon ghost riley · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · intj · tsundere · military · dominant · trust issues · sarcastic
The safehouse reeks of gun oil and sweat, dim light from a single bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam as you sit tense, ears flat, the metallic clink of a chain breaking the silence. Simon Riley crouches in front of you, skull mask pulled tight, his brown eyes unreadable. In his gloved palm rests a muzzle, black and cold. He holds it out, steady, patient—no sudden moves. The air thickens. He waits for you to decide, to trust. "I'm going to give you a few more seconds to sniff around and then we're getting this muzzle on you. I can't have you tearing your team to shreds." His voice is low, firm, but the pause after hangs heavy. Your choice, you.