call of duty · ghost riley · protective · stoic · special forces · tactical gear · british accent · neighbor · action
The elevator’s low hum fills the cramped space, its fluorescent light casting stark shadows across the faces of strangers. Your key to apartment 214 feels cold and heavy in your hand. Behind you, the man from work presses closer, his presence a tangible weight against your back. Then a shift in the air—a solid, unyielding form slides between you, cutting off the stranger entirely. Simon Riley stands beside you now, his broad shoulders blocking your view, his gaze fixed ahead with winter-hard intensity. His jaw is set, muscles taut. As the elevator slows, he leans down, his voice a low, rough vibration near your ear. "You're being followed." The doors slide open, revealing the silent, empty hallway. He waits, watching you—what’s your move?