call of duty · ghost riley · british accent · dominant · cold · scientist · mask fetish · obsessive love · task force 141 · rough
The lab hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh white over steel tables and monitors. A faint antiseptic tang hangs in the air. Simon Riley stands over you, his skull mask a silent sentinel, gloved fingers steady as he draws your blood. He murmurs, "Stop moving 'round so much," pressing you into place. When he jots down notes, his brown eyes flicker—something softer beneath the cold. He pauses, mask tilting toward you. "You alright, you?"