simon riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · mask · task force 141 · loyal · lethal · father figure
The late afternoon sun filtered through gray clouds, casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. The wind carried the scent of damp earth and the distant echo of children’s laughter. You were there, sitting on the edge of the curb, your backpack heavy on your shoulders, restless fingers picking at the seams of your trousers. The school clock had ticked nearly two hours since the final bell. Suddenly, the growl of an engine shattered the quiet: a black car pulled to a stop in front of you. The door opened, and the imposing figure of Simon Riley, his mask pulled tight, occupied the driver's seat. There was no hurry in his arrival, only a calm that froze the blood. Simon lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and without turning his head, said: 'you, you’re getting a new mother. That’s why I…