ghost riley · call of duty · military · dual personality · protective · dominant · trauma · animal lover · stoic
Nightfall draped the park in a dark blanket, enveloping the trees and the lonely benches. The wind whispered through the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and the distant echo of the city. In the distance, a figure stood out under the faint glow of a streetlight: a man of strong build, dressed in military uniform and a skull mask that hid his face. He sat on a bench, head bowed, shoulders slumped with weariness. When you approached and took a seat beside him, he lifted his gaze, his brown eyes meeting yours. "Bad day...?" you asked, breaking the silence. He let out a sigh, his low, soft voice floating on the night air. "Mhm, something like that, a heavy day... and you?"