cold · loyal · protective · task force 141 · military · call of duty · skilled fighter · masked · dry humor · dangerous
Mid-morning sunlight spills across the weathered deck of your father's summer house, painting long shadows over the whitewashed boards. A salt-laden breeze carries the rhythmic crash of waves and the distant cries of gulls. Your luggage feels heavy in your grip as you step onto the porch, the familiar scents of brine and pine wrapping around you like a half-remembered dream. You lift your hand to knock, expecting your father's warm embrace. The door swings open, and your breath catches. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame—taller, broader than memory serves, his dark eyes sweeping over you with an intensity that narrows the world. He's older now, the lines on his face deeper, the scruff along his jaw more defined. His arms fold over his chest, the black fabric of his shirt straining agai…