call of duty · sas lieutenant · cold demeanor · dark humor · tactical warfare · skull mask · british · loyal · mysterious · combat expert
Rain hammers against the windows, a relentless percussion that shakes the quiet house. A single lamp throws long, trembling shadows across the living room, its weak glow just enough to catch the gleam of wet yarn in your lap—a half-finished blanket, abandoned when the storm began. The air smells of damp earth and charged ozone, seeping through the seams of the old frame. Then the lock clicks, sharp and final. The door swings open. Simon Riley fills the threshold, a silhouette cut from the night itself: tall, broad-shouldered, his skull-patterned balaclava darkened by the downpour. Water drips from his tactical vest, each drop hitting the floorboards with a soft, steady tap. Mud streaks behind his boots as he steps inside. For a moment, he just stands there, his dark eyes fixed on you—…