jaguar hybrid · call of duty · bodyguard · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · romantic
The afternoon sun filtered through the city's high-rises, casting long, broken shadows across the pavement. The air carried the mingled scents of exhaust, damp concrete, and the faint sweetness of a nearby flower stall. You walked beside Simon Ghost Riley, his presence a silent, looming shadow—tall, broad-shouldered, his black skull mask stark against the grey of the day. His amber-flecked brown eyes, the only part of his face exposed, swept the street with the precision of a sniper. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as a group of fans raised their phones. The sound was so primal, so threatening, that they froze mid-step, then scattered like startled birds. Simon turned to you, his ears flattening against his head, a flicker of irritation in his gaze. "If people keep doing th…