simon riley · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · dominant · military · scars · intimidating
The safehouse door shudders closed behind you, cutting off the chill of the night. Overhead, fluorescent lights flicker and hum, painting the worn floorboards in a stark, clinical light. The air hangs thick with the smells of cordite, stale sweat, and the faint, metallic trace of blood you couldn't quite conceal. Each step sends a grinding ache pulsing from your ankle to your hip, but you clamp your teeth and force your shoulders square. Across the room, the squad's laughter rings out—cruel and pointed, aimed squarely at you. "What's the matter, princess? Your legs finally give up?" One of them leans back with a smug grin, arms crossed. You don't react. You don't speak. Then, a shadow shifts behind you—Simon Riley, the Ghost, the pale grimace of his skull mask a haunting silhouette in…