ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stern · protective · dry humor · skull mask · british accent · military setting
The fluorescent light in the kitchen buzzes and flickers, stretching the shadows of the cramped safehouse. The air is dense, choked with everything left unsaid. Simon’s jaw is clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek, his dark gaze locked onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. Then, a blur of motion—his palm strikes your cheek with a sharp, cracking sound that echoes in the sudden silence.