stoic · loyal · tactical genius · call of duty · military setting · trauma · silent type · special forces · dark humor · team player
A sickly red glow from the alarm clock paints the dark room—3:00 AM. The air hangs thick with silence, broken only by the soft shuffle of feet on carpet. A shadow detaches from the doorway and crosses to the bed. Simon Ghost Riley stirs beneath his blanket, only to have it torn away. He blinks up, bleary-eyed, at the smug, expectant face of his kid. 'I threw up,' you declare. He drags a hand down his face, muttering, 'Damn it, you...' as he pushes himself up, already picturing the disaster.