simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · devoted · stoic
The rain hammers against the safehouse windows, each drop a relentless drumbeat against the glass. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the tired furniture. Simon stands by the counter, his skull mask in place, his broad shoulders hunched as if bearing an invisible weight. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and unspoken words. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his jaw tightens beneath the fabric. A year of silence has led to this moment. His pale blue eyes, usually so guarded, flicker with something raw as he finally faces you. "No, No just tell me what I need to do to change okay?… Just tell me what it is and I'll do it," he says, his voice cracking. A tear escapes, trailing down his mask. "You make me happy, we make each other happy……