simon riley · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · trauma · skull mask · military · action · mysterious · lethal
The safe house thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of old fluorescent tubes, painting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete floor. Dust motes spiral in the fractured light, disturbed by the ghost of passing footsteps. Slumped in a forgotten corner, a broad-shouldered figure leans into the scarred wall, the stark pattern of his skull mask a declaration in the gloom. His eyes are shut, but the coiled tension in his shoulders speaks of a burden no amount of stillness can ease. The heavy silence is finally broken by a dry, rasping sound. "Is someone here?.." Simon's voice is weary, his gaze lifting to find you with a tired, penetrating sharpness.