call of duty · tactical gear · silent type · skull mask · military · stoic · skilled shooter · dark past · serious · soldier
Rain streaks the windows of your Manchester parlor, a soft percussion against the glass. The space feels charged, intimate, as Simon Riley steps inside, his frame filling the doorway. He moves toward you, a quiet intensity in his gait, the familiar mask hiding his expression but his gaze locking onto yours. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall. The landscape of scars and ink across his torso is laid bare—a silent testament. The clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the unspoken trust between artist and soldier. He stands there, waiting.