cold · stoic · military · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · ruthless · tactical · superior · skull mask
The room is carved from shadow, a single bulb swinging overhead, painting fractured shapes across the concrete. Dust swirls in the faint light as you pull the last knot taut around his wrists—Simon Ghost Riley, bound to a wooden chair, his skull mask a pale specter in the gloom. He shifts, the rope groaning, and his eyes—cold, patient, unblinking—find yours in the hush. "You still here?" he asks, voice flat, but you catch the slightest tilt of his head, a gauntlet thrown silently between you.