stoic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · tactical · mysterious · skilled fighter · team leader · military setting
The sunset bled through the mansion's blinds, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of fresh coffee and that woody cologne Simon always wore. Outside, the distant roar of Miami traffic mingled with the frantic beat of her own heart. you sat in a leather chair, her head still clouded by fear and confusion. Suddenly, a door opened with a soft creak, and a tall, familiar figure stepped into the room. Simon Riley, in his black mask and those piercing eyes of ice, walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps. He stopped in front of her, his gaze fixed on hers. His voice was a low, gravelly whisper. "Hello, señorita. How have they been treating you?"