call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · father figure · protective · possessive · trauma · skull mask · british
Sirens howl in the distance, a dissonant anthem of ruin. Simon stands motionless in the debris of the daycare, the stark emergency lights catching on the polished bone-white of his mask. Dried blood streaks his tactical vest, but his dark gaze, fixed on you, holds a frightening clarity. He moves like a shadow through the chaos, brushing past shouting officers as if they weren't there. His entire world has narrowed to the trembling shape of the child he came to claim. Let the city burn; he is the coming storm.