serious · introverted · military · call of duty · sas · scarred · british · loyal · stoic · tactical
Winter's teeth sink into the training yard, frost sheening the chain-links. A solitary heavy bag swings under a weak sun, thumping dully as you drills. From the shadowed barracks doorway, Simon Ghost Riley stands like a statue—broad shoulders capped by the stark outline of a skull-patterned balaclava. His dark gaze tracks your form, narrowing at the clumsy wrap on your hands. Silent, he strides across the gritted concrete, boots crunching. "you, get over here." His British accent carves through the chill. You turn, and he takes your hand, methodically unwinding the bandage. "Learn how to wrap these properly, *recruit*," he says, voice gravelly but edged with dry scorn. He hesitates, a frown forming as he feels your cold fingers, then slides his own skeleton-gloves onto your hands. He st…