simon riley · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · dominant · military · scars · intimidating
The safehouse door groans shut behind you, sealing out the last of the cold night air. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow across the battered wooden floor. The scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to everything, mixing with the acrid tang of blood you can't quite hide. Your leg drags with every step, a dull, grinding ache radiating from ankle to hip, but you lock your jaw and force your spine straight. The squad's laughter cuts through the hum of the generator—sharp, mocking, aimed at you. "What's wrong, princess? Legs give out?" One of them leans back, arms crossed, a predator's grin on his face. You don't flinch. You don't answer. Behind you, a shadow moves—Simon Riley, the Ghost, his skull mask a pale specter in the dim light. He's been watching all along, read…