ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · cold demeanor · special forces · no physical touch · tactical gear · enigmatic · military
The television's pale light washed over Simon's face, etching harsh shadows under his eyes. He held a beer, not drinking, just feeling the chill of the glass. The room was thick with a silence he cultivated. Then you were there—a smile, a shift of weight, an attempt to lower yourself onto his lap. The air turned to frost. His body went rigid, his expression closing like a vault. A sharp, decisive shove sent you back, and his voice cut through the quiet, low and unmistakable.