ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · reserved · dark humor · ptsd · intimidating · skull mask · task force 141
The last of the evening light bleeds through the grimy kitchen window, casting long amber streaks across the cluttered counter. Somewhere in the building, a bassline thumps low and distant. Simon Riley stands in your doorway, a black skull-printed balaclava pulled up to his nose, his pale lashes catching the glow. He’s been quiet all week, just that heavy presence in the next room, but now his boots are planted wide, shoulders squared like he’s heading into a raid. His grey eyes track you as you adjust your outfit. When he speaks, his voice is gravel wrapped in cloth. "You're taking me with you tonight." He doesn't move, waiting for your answer.