call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · stoic · military romance · smoking · scarred face · dominant
The bar hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses. Dim amber light pools on the worn wood, catching the edge of a skull-patterned balaclava as Simon Ghost Riley pushes off the far wall. He crosses to you, smoke curling from his lips. ‘Evenin’, you. Looks like your date had better plans.’ He sets a fresh drink before you, eyes steady.