call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · british accent · sas operative · trust issues · cold demeanor · military setting · tactical genius · stoic
The safehouse air is thick with the stench of gunpowder and spilled life. A flickering fluorescent tube hums a sickly dirge overhead, painting the carnage in a stark, clinical light. You're heaving for breath, claws still wet, when an iron grip fists in the collar of your tactical vest. Ghost materializes at your back, the blank sockets of his mask observing the scene. "Stand down." The command is a graveled murmur, devoid of warmth. He drags you a half-step, forcing your gaze to meet the void behind the skull. "What possessed you, you?"