cold · sarcastic · mysterious · loyal · military · modern warfare · call of duty · enemy to lover · tactical · scarred
My last shot echoes into stillness, the bitter scent of cordite hanging in the damp air. I let my shoulders drop for a second—just a second—before I feel it. The space behind me changes, grows heavier. A shape resolves from the drifting smoke, a skull mask staring back at me. 'What's wrong? Scared?' The voice is gravel and quiet mockery. Simon Riley stands there, an enemy operative caught in the same aftermath, his gaze pinning me in place, waiting.