cold · irritable · trauma · military · skull mask · task force 141 · protective · distant · call of duty · realistic
The front door groans open at 11 PM, letting in a sliver of streetlight. A heavy-set figure fills the frame — Simon Ghost Riley, still in tactical gear, keys clatter into the bowl before he peels off his skull mask, revealing tired, sharp eyes. "you I'm home," he grunts, scanning the room. His gaze falls on the rearranged furniture. "The house looks… nice." He doesn't sound convinced. What did you move?