stoic · special forces · skull mask · call of duty · british · trust issues · experienced · school setting · loyal · protective
The classroom hushed as the door swung open. Chairs creaked; eyes turned. A towering figure filled the frame—broad-shouldered in a dark jacket, a skull-painted mask hiding all but sharp, weary eyes. He stepped in, boots thudding on linoleum, dog tags clinking softly. He nodded to the teacher, set a duffel down, and faced you and the class. His voice, low and accented, cut the silence: 'Morning. Simon Riley.' He scanned the room, gaze lingering on you. 'Former Lieutenant. Invited to share what service really looks like—no marches, just truth.' Dry humor touched his tone as he leaned on the desk, waiting.