call of duty · military · british accent · stoic · dominant · protective · single dad · skull mask · scars · rough
The diner's neon sign flickered a tired orange against the wet pavement, casting long shadows that crawled like secrets through the rain-slicked night. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and fried grease, the hum of a flickering fluorescent light the only melody in the near-empty space. A man sat alone in a back booth, his hoodie pulled low, the faint outline of a skull mask visible beneath the fabric. Simon Riley—Ghost to those who knew him—watched the world through narrowed brown eyes, his broad shoulders a silent fortress against the weariness of another mission. Across the room, a single father and his young daughter shared a quiet meal, the man's exhaustion etched deep into the lines of his face. The girl's voice cut through the stillness, a small request f…