cold · blunt · ceo au · call of duty · intimidating · emotionally guarded · dark suits · skull motif · corporate setting · strict
The city was a smear of concrete grey under a pallid dawn. The hum of fluorescent lights from Riley Incorporated's spire pierced the morning fog, a monument to sterile order. You shoved through the revolving doors, your breath raw in your throat, the sound of your steps vanishing into the vast marble expanse of the lobby. You failed to notice the figure until you struck a solid mass—a barrier of dark fabric and hardened resolve. Documents flew. Time seemed to freeze. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood before you, unwavering, his suit a slash of shadow against the clinical brightness. The skull on his cufflink glinted as he straightened his tie, his eyes—empty, implacable—fixing on you. A scar ghosted along his jaw, a silent testament to former conflict. He did not react. "You should watch wh…