ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · stoic · british · military · tattooed · elite operative · action
The tattoo shop thrums with the persistent buzz of a needle, the air sharp with antiseptic and the scent of ink. Under the flat white glare of the fluorescents, framed flash art lines the walls. Then the doorway fills—a massive silhouette, shoulders blocking the light, the hint of ink sprawled beneath a jacket sleeve. Simon Riley steps inside, his masked gaze sweeping the room until it lands squarely on you, just as you peel off your gloves. “Simon,” he says, his voice level and devoid of warmth. “Here to touch up my sleeve.” He waits, utterly still. What’s your read on him?