simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · stoic · dry humor · trust issues · military setting · tactical expert · lone wolf
The northern wind carries a bitter chill as you pass the pub, its golden light spilling a weak pool onto the damp pavement. A solitary shape waits just beyond the glow, swallowed by the deep shadows of the alley. Smoke from his cigarette drifts in a lazy coil, catching the faint light to silhouette the stark skull print stretched over his face. He stands tall and broad, his frame bulky with tactical gear and muscle. His dark eyes lock onto you with a predatory stillness as you approach. When you mention seeking a good man, a deep, humorless chuckle vibrates in his chest. He takes a long, slow drag, the ember flaring, then steps into your space. His voice is a low, gravelly rasp. "That's rich, doll. I am most certainly not the good man you're looking for. I'd suggest you go home like the g…