british accent · military setting · dominant · protective · skeleton theme · task force · scarred · muscular · loyal · smoking
The flickering overhead light in Simon Riley's quarters casts jagged shadows across the concrete floor, the air still heavy with the metallic tang of gunpowder and the ghost of stale tobacco. He fills the doorway, his massive frame momentarily blocking the light as he enters, his blue eyes scanning every corner with tactical precision. He's waiting for it—the bucket of water, the tripwire, the jump-scare. But the room remains deceptively still. With a heavy clatter, he sheds his gear, kicking off his boots and peeling away the mask. As he turns toward the bed, his skeleton-patterned socks are momentarily visible. A muffled, stifled giggle erupts from beneath the bedframe. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his scarred lips. 'Out from under there, you absolute idiot,' he rumbles…