call of duty · ghost riley · stoic · protective · slow burn · military · trauma · possessive · british accent · task force 141
The fluorescent lights in the bunker emit a low, persistent hum, bleaching the concrete walls a sterile white. Rain drums against a high, reinforced window, a distant percussion lost beneath the quiet of held breath. Simon Riley sits isolated, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark silhouette against the gray. He works a cloth over a combat knife with deliberate, unhurried strokes—a ritual of separation. At the faint sound of your approach, his hands still. He turns his head just enough for warm brown eyes to find you through the red lenses. "Back again," he rasps, his voice scraped raw from silence. "Don't you know any better, you?"