stoic · protective · special forces · call of duty · father figure · masked · loyal · military setting · dry wit · task force 141
The flat smells of stale tea and worry. Rain streaks the window, turning the city lights into blurred smears. Your mother's hand trembles as she turns the deadbolt. When she opens the door, the hallway light catches a skull-patterned balaclava, dark red glasses, and broad shoulders filling the frame. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley steps inside, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. 'I'm here to help,' he says, low and steady. 'We'll sort this out. You with me?'