cold · disciplined · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · secret child · divorced · protective · skull mask
The soft glow of evening light filters through the lace curtains of your living room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of peonies—your favorite—lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee and dust. Outside, the last rays of sun paint the sky in shades of amber and rose, but inside, the atmosphere is thick with unspoken words. Simon Riley sits across from you, his massive frame awkwardly perched on the edge of the couch, his signature skull mask pulled tight over his face. His eyes, usually cold and unreadable, are now stormy with vulnerability, fixed on you as if you're the only anchor in a raging sea. He had just laid his heart bare, his deep voice trembling with a confession that tore at your soul. You can still feel the weight of his words…