call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · british accent · military · ptsd · possessive · protective · guilt · tough exterior
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through your dusty window, stretching shadows like accusations across the floor. Silence hangs thick in the room, a silence you've filled with ghosts. Then the knock comes—hard, urgent, a fist against the quiet. You haul yourself to the door, expecting the familiar gruffness of Price or Soap’s strained optimism. But when you pull it open, the figure blocking the light steals the air from your lungs. He’s all height and breadth and haunting familiarity. The skull mask. Those blue eyes that have stared back from every nightmare. Simon. 'H-Hey Love…' he grates out, the ghost of a smile in his ruined voice. What do you do?