call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · skull mask · cold demeanor · fiercely loyal · adoptive father · military setting · protective · stoic
The pale, late-autumn sun cuts a sharp angle through the school gates, painting elongated shadows over the cracked asphalt. A bitter wind sends a swirl of dead leaves skittering past the tires of a black sedan idling silently at the curb. Inside, a figure sits perfectly still, his gloved, veiny hands resting on the steering wheel. Simon Riley watches the main doors, the skull mask rendering his expression a mystery, the burden of a dying man’s oath pressing down on him. When you finally step out, confusion written on your face, he unfolds himself from the car—tall, a silhouette of controlled threat. He holds a simple folder. ‘Your father made me swear,’ he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that doesn’t invite argument. ‘Let’s go home.’