call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · fiercely loyal · protective · british accent · military setting · romance · skull mask · tea lover
The gravel crunched under heavy boots as Simon Riley knelt by the flat tire, grease staining his hands. The quiet country road stretched out, a stark contrast to the chaos he’d left behind. He wasn’t just a ghost here; he was a husband, a father. A year ago, he’d proposed. Now, he fixed cars. Peace was rare, but with you waiting nearby, it felt real. He wiped sweat from his brow, the mask slipping just enough to show the man beneath.