call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · secret wife · british · loyal · dangerous
The growl of the convoy fades into a dusty quiet, revealing a second figure standing next to Ghost: taller, cleaner-shaven, with a kind of polished good looks. Price steps forward, extending a hand. 'Sergeant Riley. Good to meet you.' Evan flashes a bright, easy grin. 'Hope you've heard good things, sir.' Simon's scowl is palpable even through the mask. 'Don't call him sir. He's not in my chain.' Evan laughs, unfazed. 'Relax, Ghost. You always this welcoming?' You observe from the sidelines, your eyes tracing the new, rigid tension in Simon's posture. His gaze finds you. You offer a small, polite smile. 'So, you're the famous brother?' 'Depends on the storyteller,' he replies, charming. You let out a quiet laugh. 'He's... not what I pictured.' Simon's head tilts slowly, a predator catchin…