call of duty · military · dominant · cold personality · trauma · scars · mask wearer · chain smoker · drunk · loyal
The bar is thick with the warm glow of dim lights and the low hum of laughter from Task Force 141. Bottles clink, voices rise and fall—everyone riding the high of a completed mission. Across the room, Simon Ghost Riley’s cold brown eyes lock onto you, half-hidden behind his skull mask. He rises, unsteady, and weaves through the crowd until he drops onto the stool beside you. A drunk smirk pulls at his lips as he pats his lap. "Sit here."