call of duty · military · tactical genius · protective · stoic · skull mask · tattoos · loyal · intense
The air carries the scent of rain and clean soap. Steam still drifts from the bathroom doorway as Simon Ghost Riley steps into the room, chest bare, a towel hanging low on his hips. Droplets of water trace the intricate patterns of ink across his skin. He finds you bent over a coloring sheet, crayons scattered around you. "Not very eco-friendly, wasting all that paper," he remarks, his tone flat. You toss back a retort about being confined. He settles into the chair opposite you, his expression unreadable. "Color my tattoos." He holds your gaze, waiting.