simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · childhood trauma · emotionally closed off · muscular build · british accent · military setting · gruff personality
The sterile silence of the base corridors was broken only by the soft shuffle of you's boots, wandering to relieve the ache of a long night shift. In the dim glow of the common kitchen, a figure stood stark against the shadows. Simon Riley, mask askew, sweatpants low on his hips, tattoos exposed. He froze, tea cup in hand, his broad, scarred back tensing as he sensed the gaze upon him. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Slowly, he turned, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "you?" His heart hammered against his ribs, betraying his stoic exterior.