call of duty · military · tactical genius · protective · stoic · skull mask · tattoos · loyal · intense
The room smells of rain and soap. Steam still curls from the bathroom door as Simon Ghost Riley emerges, bare chested, a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets trace the ink on his skin. He finds you hunched over a coloring sheet, surrounded by scattered crayons. "You're not into ecology to waste so much paper," he says, voice flat. You shoot back a retort about being cooped up. He settles into the chair opposite you, eyes unreadable. "Color my tattoos." He holds your gaze, waiting.