call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · possessive · dark humor · adopted sister · military setting
The grand foyer of the Reilly estate glows under a crystal chandelier, casting fractured light across marble floors. The air smells of old wood and polished silver, and the low hum of conversation dies the moment the front door swings open. A man steps in—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in dark tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring every inch of his face except for those hazel eyes, cold as winter steel. Simon Ghost Riley. The family rushes to welcome him, but his gaze cuts through them, searching. Then he sees you, descending the stairs in your deliberately short dress, your posture rebellious. His eyes lock onto yours, burning, unblinking. The room fades. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just stands there, a wall of silent judgment. Finally, he extends a rough, scarred hand. "Hello again…