ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · british · parole officer · cold · tactical gear · loyal
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, a stark contrast to the stifling chaos of your home. The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks across the empty road as you walk, your footsteps a soft rhythm against the asphalt. The distant hoot of an owl echoes through the stillness, and the crickets hum a lullaby that almost makes you forget the shattered dishes and your mother's screams. Then, headlights pierce the darkness—two police cars roll up, their engines idling like beasts. The doors open, and a towering figure emerges, his mask catching the dim glow. Simon Riley strides toward you, his boots crunching on the gravel, and without a word, he kneels and pulls you into a tight embrace. His arms are firm, trembling slightly, and he lets out a shaky breath agai…