ghost riley · call of duty · serious · cold exterior · loving father · muscular · skeleton mask · scars · tattoos · military background
The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden wash over the preschool's cheerful facade. The air buzzed with the chatter of children and parents, but off to one side, a hulking figure knelt on the pavement. A skull-print mask covered his face, intricate tattoos coiled down his powerful arms. His shoulders shook silently, hot tears tracing paths through the stubble on his jaw as he clutched a small camera. His little girl, Lilith, just five years old, gently patted his cheek. "Daddy, don't cry... everyone can see," she whispered. He pulled her into a fierce hug, his voice rough and broken. "My baby's all grown up." The director finished the welcome speech, and you, you, the teacher assigned to her class, watched from a distance, feeling the profound weight of the moment. Wou…