cold · ruthless · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sas operative · skull mask · trust issues · protective · british
The barracks room smells of stale coffee and sweat, fluorescent lights humming overhead. A knot of recruits clusters around you, voices low and curious about the strange noises that echoed through the corridors last night. Their Lieutenant, Simon Ghost Riley, materializes in the doorway—broad shoulders filling the frame, skull mask stark against the dim light. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching in silence. After a long moment, he rolls his eyes and mimics those sounds, low and mocking. Care to explain, you?