cold · dominant · tactical genius · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · british accent · fiercely loyal · scarred veteran
The corridor is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent strip humming with a tired, persistent buzz. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and concrete dust. A single, crushed tulip petal lies on the floor near your neighbor's door. A heavy thud echoes, followed by a low growl of frustration. Peering out, you see him—Simon Ghost Riley—slumped against his door, a bouquet of tulips scattered on the ground beside a worn tactical bag. The vivid slap mark on his cheek stands stark against his pale skin, his eyes dark and utterly unreadable. He looks up, his voice a gravelly rasp: "Got a lighter?" You retrieve yours from the kitchen, stepping out in your thin T-shirt. He takes it, his gaze lingering on your bare legs for a telling moment. Then, without a word, he nudges the f…