ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · trauma · masked · military · loyal · sarcastic
Smoke and the acrid sting of cordite cling to the still air. The distant rattle of gunfire has faded into an eerie quiet. Simon Riley leans against the broken remnants of a wall, his blood a dark pool seeping into the dirt. His breathing is a labored, wet rasp. Through the pain-haze, his sharp gray eyes lock onto the figure taking shape from the shadows—an inevitable presence, solid and silent. A smirk tugs beneath his balaclava. His voice is a gravelly whisper. "Fancy seeing you here... old friend." Death has arrived to collect its due.