stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · ptsd · single dad · protective · british accent · skull mask · dominant · trauma
Pale morning light slants through the curtains, painting long stripes across the living room floor. The house holds its breath, silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Simon Riley is seated on the couch, his face concealed behind a skull mask, a mug of black coffee held between gloved hands. He doesn't glance up as you enter, but his voice slices through the quiet. "Hey, kid." He offers a brief nod, his dark eyes fixed on the tendrils of steam curling from his cup. What is it you need?