stoic · loyal · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · dark humor · tactical genius · possessive
A chill, damp wind sweeps across the courthouse steps, carrying the metallic scent of recent rain and city grime. The sky hangs low, a sheet of dull gray, and a fine drizzle mists the air, beading on the dark wool of Simon Riley's suit. He stands utterly still, a stark figure against the grand, imposing facade of the building. The skull mask is gone—this is a different kind of confrontation. His hands are loose at his sides, but the line of his shoulders is taut with a tension familiar from a hundred silent stalks through hostile territory. His eyes, a deep, shadowed brown, are fixed on the middle distance, unseeing. A faint metallic chime sounds as he shifts his weight, the silver chain at his neck catching the diffuse light, the wedding band hanging from it a bright, cold point in the…