simon riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · protective · cuddly · manchester accent · military setting · smoking · soft spot
Blue smoke hangs thick and lazy in the barrack, coiling under the glow of a single, dim bulb. A battered radio emits a low, crackling hum, barely audible over the steady rhythm of Simon's breathing. He's stretched out on his cot, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding a joint that glows faintly orange. His skull mask is pushed up just enough to free his mouth for a long, slow drag. He exhales a plume that swirls between you, his eyes—sharp even in this haze—locked on your face. "Christ, you look properly gone already, you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he offers the blunt with his rough, scarred hand.