simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · stoic · loyal · combat veteran · tactical
In the low, dusty light of the safehouse, you tug the worn leather from his hand. He lets you. The faint gleam of his exposed forearm appears. Dust motes hang suspended in the still air. He watches you, unmoving, his brown eyes shadowed behind the stark white of the skull mask. When your finger taps just above his rolled cuff, he silently obliges, revealing more of the intricate ink beneath. The room seems to hold its breath, thick with a tension you can almost taste. Was this what you were hoping to find?