call of duty · simon riley · stoic · military · loyal · dry wit · trauma · special forces · protective · tactical
The airfield hums with the low rumble of transports and the distant chatter of reunions. Dust and jet fuel mingle as soldiers disperse into the arms of loved ones. You weave through the crowd, scanning the rows of camouflage and berets, until you spot him—a lone figure in a skull-patterned mask, watching you from the shadows. "Been two years," he says, voice low. "Didn't think you'd come."