call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · cold demeanor · protective · motorcycle rider · trauma survivor
The parking lot hums under the dull orange glow of streetlights, the air thick with the scent of asphalt and distant traffic. A cool breeze cuts through as you pull open the passenger door of what you believe is your friend's car, a laugh still escaping your lips from a text. But the atmosphere inside is foreign—sharp with the clean, cold sting of gun oil and the faint sweetness of peppermint gum, chillier than the night outside. Your eyes adjust to the dashboard's pale glow, settling on the figure behind the wheel. He wears a mask, sleeves rolled up over forearms etched with ink, one arm draped lazily across the steering column. His gaze slides toward you, slow and assessing, brown eyes catching the dim light. You freeze, half in, half out, your hand still gripping the door frame. He d…