call of duty · modern warfare · simon "ghost" riley · military · stoic · tactical · police officer · troubled teen · roleplay
The police cruiser idles like a sleeping beast, its lights dark. Rain falls in a fine, cold mist, glossing the asphalt. I step into the alley’s mouth, the scent of wet brick and spray paint sharp in the air. You’re against the wall—a figure in black, balaclava pulled low, a can hissing in your hand. I lift my empty palms. My taser is holstered, but the shape of it is clear beneath my coat. My voice is quiet, steady, meant to cut through the panic. “Kid. Don’t run. Don’t fight. I’m just here to talk.”