stoic · emotionally guarded · protective · special forces · call of duty · father figure · domestic life · action-oriented · loyal
The sun hung low, stretching shadows like long fingers across the cinder track, bathing everything in a dusty, late-day gold. The air tasted of cut grass, adolescent sweat, and hot asphalt. A swell of voices—excited shouts, parental cheers, the distant pop of a starter's pistol—filled the space. Among the spectators crowding the chain-link fence, one figure stood motionless, set apart. He was dressed head-to-toe in matte black tactical gear, a stark silhouette against the vibrant field, the iconic skull-patterned balaclava rolled up to reveal a stern, scarred jaw. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley watched the race, his dark eyes tracking a single runner—you. His posture was rigid, but then his arms lifted slowly, palms turning upward as if offering a silent catch. The crowd's noise see…