cold exterior · possessive · special forces · call of duty · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · skilled combatant · mystery · dominant
The last of the sun stains the rolling hills in amber and bruised purple. Beneath a lavender sky, a column of smoke rises from the roadside like a distress flare. The air is layered with the scent of crushed wildflowers and hot engine oil. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless beside his dead SUV, his skull-masked profile aimed at the horizon where a lone figure moves. He ascends the slope, boots sinking into the soft earth, closing the distance between you. Upon reaching the crest, the fading light glances off the edge of his mask, and his dark eyes lock onto you. "Forgive the intrusion," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "My vehicle’s failed. Could you tell me where I am?"