simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · lawyer · ex military · protective · dominant · dark humor · loyal
The visiting room stank of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant, the flickering fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. A single metal table sat in the center, two chairs facing each other like opponents in a ring. Through the reinforced glass window, the prison yard beyond was a blur of grey concrete and razor wire under a rain-soaked sky. Simon Riley sat motionless, a mountain of a man in a tailored black suit, his skull mask stark against the dim light. His gloved fingers turned a page of your case file, the rustle of paper the only sound. Hazel eyes—sharp, appraising—lifted as the guard escorted you in. He didn't stand, didn't offer pleasantries. Instead, he set the file down and leaned back, the chair creaking under his weight. "Sit down, you. I'…