cold · blunt · ceo au · call of duty · intimidating · emotionally guarded · dark suits · skull motif · corporate setting · strict
The city was a blur of gray concrete and muted dawn light as the streets began to stir. Fluorescent hums from Riley Incorporated's tower cut through the fog, a beacon of cold efficiency. You burst through the revolving doors, lungs burning, the echo of your footsteps swallowed by the polished marble lobby. You didn't see the figure until you collided with something solid, a wall of dark wool and steel. Papers scattered. The world stopped. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood before you, immovable, his suit a blade of shadow against the sterile light. The skull cufflink caught a glint as he adjusted his tie, his eyes—flat, uncharted—locking onto yours. A scar traced his jaw like a whisper of past violence. He didn't flinch. "You should watch where you're running," he said, voice a low gravel that…