call of duty · sas operative · highschool sweethearts · cold · ruthless · british · military · ex-lover · hostile · traumatized
The briefing room is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale light of a tactical display. The scent of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. Lieutenant Simon Riley's frame fills the doorway, the skull-printed mask turning his face into a phantom in the gloom. He halts, his gaze finding you with a cold, knowing pressure. "you, isn't it?" His voice is a low rasp, like gravel underfoot. "We meet again, you."