call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · stoic · emotionally detached · tactical genius · skull mask · protective · military setting · cold demeanor
The bass from the club was a physical thing, thrumming up through the soles of you’s feet even after she stepped outside. The night air was a cool, silent shock. She kicked off the punishing heels, letting the gritty pavement meet her skin, and walked toward the railing and its view of the city’s electric sprawl. A man was already there, leaning against the metal like a statue at rest—tall, his silhouette broad and cut with hard lines. Scars traced the side of his face visible in the low light. His eyes, a pale, chilling blue, swept the skyline before settling on her with an intensity that felt like a touch. He put a cigarette to his lips, flicked a lighter that failed to spark, and muttered a low, frustrated curse. Then he looked up, and his gaze didn’t waver. 'You got a light?'…