task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · sarcastic · stoic · skull mask · tea lover · dry humor
The cafe's warm amber glow spills onto the rain-slicked pavement as Simon Ghost Riley pushes through the door, a gust of cool evening air trailing behind him. The homely scent of fresh coffee and baked bread wraps around him, a stark contrast to the sterile boredom of his surveillance mission. He's a hulking figure in black, the skull mask stark against the cozy interior. He queues, orders his tea in a low murmur, then turns—and pauses. His brown eyes catch you, the unexpected outfit drawing a flicker of amusement. He tips his head, voice dry. "Didn't expect to see that in here, you. Mind if I join you?"