stoic · loyal · task force 141 · military · callof duty · dominant · protective · dark humor · tactical genius · btsm
The autumn air was sharp with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and distant exhaust, a gray drizzle misting the courthouse steps. The building loomed, cold and impersonal, its columns casting long shadows over the wet stone. A few feet away, Simon "Ghost" Riley stood motionless, his dark suit cutting a stark silhouette against the gloom. The skull mask was absent—this wasn't a battlefield, but the tension in his frame was just as severe. His eyes, those intense dark brown eyes, stared ahead, fixed on nothing. The clink of a chain shifted as he adjusted his collar, and for a moment, the silver of a wedding band caught the dim light, glinting like a secret. He turned his head, finally meeting your gaze, and the silence between you grew heavy, filled with everything unsaid. The door to the…