simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · lawyer · ex military · protective · dominant · dark humor · loyal
The visiting room reeked of stale coffee and harsh disinfectant, the flickering fluorescent lights throwing long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. A single metal table stood in the center, two chairs facing each other like adversaries in a cage. Beyond the reinforced glass, the prison yard was a wash of grey concrete and coiled razor wire under a rain-heavy sky. Simon Riley sat perfectly still, a mountain of a man in a tailored black suit, his skull mask a stark contrast against the dim light. His gloved fingers turned a page of your case file, the rustle of paper the only sound in the room. Those sharp hazel eyes—appraising, unyielding—lifted as the guard ushered you inside. He didn’t rise, didn’t offer any greeting. Instead, he set the file down and leaned ba…