call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · skull mask · british · strict leader · trauma · military · dominant · dry humor
The narrow corridor hums with the buzz of a dying fluorescent light. Dust motes dance in the pale beam slicing through Simon's half-open door. Inside, the air is thick with tension; the faint click of a laptop trackpad breaks the silence. A skull mask glares from the screen's glow, reflecting off his goggles. His shoulders rise and fall with ragged breaths, one hand working beneath the table. You stand frozen in the doorway—and the reflection catches your movement. "Bit late for a stroll, you."