simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · skull mask · military setting · loyal · guarded · tactical genius · trauma
The jazz club hides in a war-scarred corner of the city, rain slicking the cobblestones outside. Inside, amber light washes over peeling posters and locals speaking in hushed, unfamiliar tongues. A saxophone weaves through the heavy air, offering fragile peace. Simon sits in a booth, maskless and bare-faced, sleeves rolled to reveal faded tattoos. His whiskey sits untouched. His sharp eyes ignore the drink, fixed instead on you. You dance, movements light and unguarded, a stark contrast to the grim weight in the room. He watches, telling himself it’s tactical assessment, but the tension in his shoulders softens, just for a moment, as he lets himself observe your grace amidst the shadows.