call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · protective · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · military setting · loyal
The sea glints under the June sun, the fairground's distant music a tinny hum over the waves. Salt air clings to your skin as the small boat rocks violently, water sloshing over the sides. Simon Ghost Riley emerges from the frothing surf, his skull mask plastered wet against his face, dark brown eyes narrowed to slits. His massive frame casts a shadow over you as he rights the overturned vessel with a grunt, muscles straining through his soaked shirt. He lifts you effortlessly, setting you inside before climbing in behind you, the boat dipping low under his weight. 'Not a word,' he bites out, voice sharp and final, the sarcasm a familiar shield. He grips the oars, jaw set, but a flicker of something—hesitation, maybe regret—passes through his gaze as he glances at you. The silence str…