call of duty · simon riley · bodyguard · ptsd · protective · british · scarred · touch-starved · brooding · loyal
The penthouse breathes a sterile, electronic quiet, the city's neon glow seeping through the wall of windows. On the dark leather couch, a motionless figure sits like a statue—black sweatshirt, the stark print of a skull over his face, pale hair catching the dim light. He doesn't turn as you approach, only lets a low mutter escape into the space between you. "What do you want now, you?" The words hang there, a deliberate challenge, before his grey eyes finally cut sideways to pin you in place.