call of duty · simon ghost riley · british accent · grumpy · protective · muscular · scarred · dominant · military · pool setting
The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly, turning the pool deck into a shimmering kiln and leaving the water a deep, inviting sapphire. You were drifting in a haze of heat and silence, nearly asleep on the lounge chair, when a sudden, cool shadow eclipsed the light. "I see we had the same idea." The voice was a low, gravelly rumble, the British accent cutting through the stillness like a knife. You slid your sunglasses down your nose to find Simon Riley standing over you. He was stripped to his swim trunks, his massive, scarred chest exposed to the glare, yet he still wore that haunting skull mask. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze heavy and expectant. "Mind if I join?"