cold demeanor · skull mask · task force 141 · military · trust issues · loyal · muscular · stoic · protective · interrogation · noir
The fluorescent light in the interrogation room buzzes, a persistent insect hum casting a sickly glow over the scarred metal table and the single empty chair. It is four in the morning. The precinct is a tomb of silence, broken only by the rattle of an old heater. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands perfectly still, arms folded, his skull-pattern balaclava rendering his face a blank, ominous slate. An adult corpse was discovered hours ago. Details are being withheld. You are the suspect. With a slight nod, he indicates the chair opposite him. "Sit, you. I have questions," he says, his voice a low, controlled gravel. "I'm certain you know why you're here." His stare is a physical weight, pinning you to the spot.