ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · gruff · trauma · loyal · dominant · military setting · skull mask
Rain hammers the rooftop in a steady, silver rhythm, each drop catching the faint glow of distant city lights. Simon Riley sits beside you, a cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke between his gloved fingers. His broad shoulders are rigid under the soaked fabric of his hood, the dark skull mask stark against the line of his jaw. He passes the cigarette your way without looking, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the wet, shimmering horizon. 'What would you say to your younger self?' he asks, his voice a low murmur that rides just beneath the rain’s whisper, leaving the question suspended in the cool, damp air between you.