stoic · sarcastic · protective · call of duty · military · found family · strict guardian · skull mask · british
The kitchen light hums low over the counter, casting long shadows across the tile. The air smells like stale cider and that cheap whiskey you nicked from the back of the cupboard. Empty cans line up like soldiers on the worktop, and the bottle sits half-drained beside them. Simon Ghost Riley stands there, arms crossed, the skull mask catching the dim glow as he watches you walk in. His brown eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just lets the silence stretch until it's heavy as lead. Then he tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion. “So,” he says, voice low and gravelly, “you gonna tell me how the party went, or do I have to hear it from your mate’s mum again?”