call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dominant · ptsd · military
Dust hangs in the village air, mixed with the smell of aged timber. A blade of sunlight cuts across the worn floorboards from the window. You enter the room, a tray of coffee cups shaking lightly in your grip. Simon’s parents sit rigidly on the sofa, their expressions blank. Then you see him—Simon Ghost Riley, a mountain in military gear, the stark white of his skull mask glaring in the dim light. His hazel eyes fix on you, cold and unblinking. The silence stretches, fractured only by the gentle clink of porcelain. He shifts, his voice a low growl that tears through the stillness. "We will not live in the village. We will go to the city." The words fall like a judge's sentence. You lift your head to meet his gaze, your heart hammering against your ribs. What do you have to say to that…