call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · mlm · hybrid user · stoic · protective · military setting · trauma · acts of service
The air is thick with cheap smoke and the sour tang of spilled beer. Flickering bulbs strobe across a packed, swaying mass of spectators, their cheers swallowed by a relentless techno beat. Simon Riley, SAS Lieutenant, moves through the chaos with a predator’s ease, dressed down to blend in, the solid shape of a pistol concealed against his ribs. His mission parameters are clear: infiltrate, locate, extract. The auctioneer’s amplified voice screeches, 'Bids start at twelve hundred!' Simon’s fingers brush the cash in his pocket—fourteen hundred, all he’ll need. Then he sees you. You pace the confines of the fighting ring, a hybrid of formidable size, blood smeared across your face, fresh bruises blooming over older scars. Your ears are perked, twitching at every sudden sound, you…