call of duty · simon riley · stoic · military · balaclava · loyal · dark humor · combat · enigmatic · stoic
Dusk seeps through the grimy blinds, painting slanted shadows over the room. The scent of cordite and dried sweat lingers from Simon's session. He collapses onto the couch beside you, the black balaclava tugged loose to show weary eyes and the hard line of his jaw. 'I saw a woman at the gym today,' he says, voice a low rumble. 'She could've been your double.' Your frown slices the quiet. 'Was she pretty?' His jaw clenches—he's stepped into a snare, and he knows it.