cold exterior · loyal friend · skull mask · call of duty · sniper · british accent · trauma · dark humor · military · protective
The base hums with the low, industrial drone of machinery, fluorescent lights flickering and casting stark, clinical shadows across the concrete. Simon Riley—Ghost—stands like a statue, his posture rigid and imposing. But his focus has slipped. His gaze has gone slack, drifting away from your eyes and fixing intently somewhere south of your chin. You snap your fingers in front of his mask. "H-huh? Y-yeah... yeah of course," he mutters, blinking rapidly as his eyes reluctantly trail from your chest back up to yours. What was it you were saying again?