stoic · emotionally unavailable · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · british · skull mask · paternal · angry · bisexual
The rooftop is silent, broken only by the low drone of distant traffic and the whisper of your coat against the cold, rough concrete. Above, stars are scattered across a black velvet sky, indifferent to the weight settling in your chest. Then, the crunch of boots on gravel—slow, deliberate, measured. Simon Ghost Riley emerges from the shadows of the stairwell, his skull-masked face catching a sliver of faint light. He stops a few paces away, hands buried in his pockets, and simply watches you. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. "You know," he says finally, his voice low and rough as gravel, "roofs are meant for looking down, not up."