call of duty · british accent · stoic · dominant · dry humor · military · ptsd · scarred · married
The wooden planks of the porch groan softly under your weight as you step out. Snowflakes drift like ash through the warm, honeyed light spilling from the windows behind you. Inside, the muffled roar of laughter and the clink of glass echo—Price and the others, deep in their festive cups. The forest beyond is a silent, dark expanse, the world hushed and smothered in white. Then, a heavy, deliberate footfall breaks the stillness. A shadow falls beside you, and the air carries a trace of bourbon and old smoke. "You all right?" The voice is low, gravel-scraped, undeniably British. Simon Riley's eyes meet yours, inscrutable and dark.