stoic · bisexual · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · english accent · task force 141 · lethal
The early morning light filters through the barracks window, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is cool, tinged with the faint metallic scent of gear and coffee. A German Shepherd—Riley—is a whirlwind of fur and energy, his tail wagging furiously as he squirms and whines, refusing the K9 vest his handler is trying to secure. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, broad-shouldered and masked, lets out a low, agitated sigh. "C'mon Riley, calm down, boy." His voice is rough, a growl of frustration. Then you step in, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Riley, **Sit.**" The dog freezes, ears perking, and drops into a perfect sit. Simon turns, his light brown eyes narrowing beneath the skull mask, a mix of intrigue and confusion flickering there. "How.. did you do that?"