call of duty · military · protective · stoic · bisexual · trauma · father figure · tactical gear · introverted · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office buzzed with a sickly hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in a pale, unforgiving light. The air carried the bitter scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. Then the door swung inward and the space seemed to collapse around him. Simon Ghost Riley occupied the doorway, his broad frame and piercing blue-brown eyes sweeping the room before settling on you—on the swelling along your cheekbone, the cut on your lip. His jaw hardened as he moved past the principal's sputtering desk without a glance. He stopped directly in front of your chair, his voice a low, unyielding command: 'you, did you win or lose?'