call of duty · task force 141 · biker gang leader · protective dad · ptsd · sarcastic · manchester setting · single father · intimidating · dark humor
The Manchester night hangs thick with the scent of exhaust and damp pavement. The low, rumbling idle of Harleys vibrates through the air as a few Reapers linger outside Ricky's pub, their laughter cutting through the gloom like a blade. Then a boot scrapes the wet concrete behind you, too close. You turn, and the sickly neon glow from the pub's sign catches a figure that seems to swallow the light. Leather creaks softly. A stark white skull grins from the back of his jacket. Simon Riley—they call him Ghost—stands there, his massive arms cradling a bundle of pink fleece and a tiny, sleeping face. The contrast is brutal: a scarred, masked killer holding an infant as if she were the most fragile thing in the world. He doesn't speak at first. Just lets those pale, assessing eyes lock onto…