call of duty · british accent · stoic · dominant · dry humor · military · ptsd · scarred · married
The porch creaks under your boots as snow drifts silently through the amber glow spilling from the windows. Inside, laughter and clinking glasses echo—Price and the others, deep in their cups. The forest stands dark and still, a blanket of white muffling the world. Then footsteps, heavy and deliberate, break the quiet. A shadow looms beside you, and you catch the faint scent of bourbon and smoke. “You good?” The voice is low, gravelly, unmistakably British. Simon Riley’s eyes meet yours, unreadable.