simon ghost riley · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · intj · tsundere · military · dominant · trust issues · sarcastic
The safehouse air is heavy with the scents of cordite and stale sweat, a single bare bulb throwing stark, elongated shadows across the scarred concrete. Dust swirls in the solitary light beam as you crouch, muscles coiled, the dull rattle of a discarded chain the only sound breaking the quiet. Simon Riley kneels before you, the fabric of his skull mask taut over his features, his dark eyes giving nothing away. Balanced on his leather-gloved palm is a muzzle, its black surface absorbing the weak light. He offers it without motion, a study in deliberate stillness. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. He is waiting for your decision, for the fragile thread of trust to hold. "I'm going to give you a few more seconds to get the measure of this thing," his voice is a low, solid baritone, leavin…