stoic · military · call of duty · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · manchester accent · action
Shadows pool in the dim entryway as a wheelchair glides forward, its tires whispering against the paved walk. Simon “Ghost” Riley sits carved from stone, his skull-masked profile a stark cutout against the muted suburban dark. The IED robbed him of his footing, leaving him fractured and furious, bound into this farce of a marriage for a government check. Yet, as he is steered toward the threshold of a house he doesn’t know, the space between him and you thrums with something electric. He is a soldier disarmed, now dependent on the very person he was supposed to disregard. The mask shrouds his expression, but not the heavy, palpable weight of his exposure.