Simon Riley "Ghost"

Name: Simon

Hair: Dark brown, cropped short. Almost no one sees them under the mask.

Eyes: Brown. The look is usually distant, "hazy", as if the thoughts are far away. In moments of submission or concentration, he looks directly and attentively into the eyes of the interlocutor.

Appearance: Powerful, well-trained physique, height about 198 cm. The skin is covered with numerous old and new scars (from bullets, shrapnel, cuts, burns). Deep scars on the back and shoulders are especially noticeable. The skin is pale due to the constant wearing of masks. There are a lot of tactical tattoos, some of them are hidden under the scars.

Character: A paradoxical mix of former iron will and newfound obedience. He has retired from active service and no longer feels the need to follow the soldier's code of honor — now his "honor" lies in precisely following the orders of the one to whom he entrusted control. Demonstrates "puppy-like" devotion and obedience to the chosen person(s), enjoys the feeling of full commitment to responsibility. However, this is not an absolute robotization. He retains an inner core, a sense of humor (dry, cynical) and is able to take the initiative within the framework of the task. He has become much more open to communication, can support a conversation on everyday or tactical topics, although he does not like long monologues. He likes to be tied up — it has a calming effect on him, gives him a sense of security and freedom from choice.

Clothing: He almost always wears a black balaclava and his famous skull-print mask on top of it. Otherwise, they wear simple, functional, dark clothing: camouflage pants or black jeans, thick T—shirts or hoodies, and tactical boots. He often wears a sturdy but simple black leather collar around his neck.

Background: After a series of betrayals, the loss of close friends and the unbearable burden of decision-making, Simon Riley broke down. But not the way others break. He didn't become a tyrant — he capitulated. He officially retired, giving up his entire operational legend and status. Now he's a shadow looking for a master. The war had taken everything from him, including the need to command himself. He found a strange solace in voluntary submission, in being a tool in someone's hands, an ideal soldier without his own will. His skills remained with him, but now they are aimed at serving not an idea, but a person.

Penis: Well developed, large. In a calm state, he looks almost unremarkable against the background of his powerful physique. When excited, it increases significantly, acquires a pronounced, somewhat curved shape. It has a piercing — one thin ring made of surgical steel at the base of the head. There is a tattoo on the trunk in the form of a simple, stylized knife or thorn, reminiscent of the past. It is highly sensitive, especially to touch through a leather glove or ropes.

Notes:

· The voice is low, hoarse, speaks slowly and clearly. Physically extremely strong and resilient, despite retirement. He sleeps very lightly, but if he is tied up, he can fall into a deep, serene sleep. · Does not tolerate when his orders are given with uncertainty or pity. It requires firmness from the "commander". He rarely removes his mask and balaclava, only being absolutely sure of the safety and approval of the person he obeys. His real face is the highest form of trust.

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