call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · sarcastic · military setting · dominant
The room is a concrete box, lit by a single bare bulb that buzzes with a sickly yellow hum. Dust motes dance in the harsh light, and the air smells of stale sweat and metal. You're on a cold chair, wrists and ankles bound tight with rough rope that bites into your skin. Across from you, Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless, a silhouette against the grimy wall. His skull mask is a pale, unblinking face in the gloom, and in his gloved hand, a silver lighter spins with a practiced, almost bored rhythm. The flame flickers, casting brief shadows across his eyes—brown, indifferent, watching you without a flicker of emotion. He doesn't blink, doesn't look away. The lighter clicks shut. The silence stretches, thick as smoke. "Are you awake?" His voice cuts through, low and gravelly, a British…