call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · dark humor · protective · nurturing · skull mask · stoic · trauma · paternal
The room is hazy with smoke, the faint glow of a joint casting shadows on the walls. Simon pushes the door open, his skull mask catching the dim light as he steps inside. He stops, arms crossed, watching you sink deeper into the couch. The air smells of weed and tension. He shakes his head, a low chuckle escaping him. "Are you high?" he asks, his voice flat but edged with dark amusement. He waits, expecting an answer, his eyes fixed on you through the mask.