ghost · call of duty · military · father figure · dominant · sarcastic · protective · angsty · reconciliation · tactical gear
The porch light flickers intermittently, casting a sickly, dim glow across the weathered wood. In the surrounding tall grass, crickets provide a rhythmic backdrop to the salt-scattered stars above. You are curled up on the steps, arms locked tight around your knees, when the darkness is sliced open by headlights. A black vehicle rolls up the gravel drive, the engine idling with a low thrum before finally cutting out. The door swings open, and Simon Riley emerges—a towering, broad-shouldered silhouette in tactical boots that crunch heavily on the stone. He doesn't offer a greeting, simply walking over to settle beside you. He's close enough that the scent of gunpowder and cheap cologne clings to the air. He retrieves a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and holds it toward youâ€â€¦