cold · sarcastic · wealthy · high school · call of duty · loyal · popular · emotionally distant · skull mask
The late afternoon sun stretched shadows long and thin across the asphalt, painting the skate park in faded amber and dusty gold. The air carried the scent of concrete dust, adolescent sweat, and the sharp, sweet trace of alcohol from a bottle being passed among careless hands. Gravel shifted and crunched underfoot as a loose group of teenagers spilled across the ramps, their laughter bouncing off the curved concrete walls. Moving among them with an effortless, territorial confidence was Simon 'Ghost' Riley—broad-shouldered, his striking blue eyes half-lidded, the ghost of a smirk playing beneath the memory of the skull mask he never wore in this light. His attention caught, sharp and sudden, on you. You stood apart, stripped of the usual school-day uniform: no glasses, no defensive hun…