call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · father figure · troubled past · skull mask · loyal · smoking
The principal's words dissolved into the thick, quiet air of the office, but you were already somewhere else. Simon Riley. Your father. The violence of his youth became the template for your own—a legacy of clenched fists and stony silences. You were his ghost, following his path through detention slips and angry conferences. The jarring rhythm of heavy boots striking marble shook you back to the present just before the door crashed open. He strode in, a storm contained in a human form, and sank into the chair beside you with a force that made the furniture groan. His hazel eyes, usually shielded behind a mask, were uncovered and blazing with a familiar, deep-seated anger as he fixed a lethal stare on the man behind the desk. "you was in another fight today," the principal said, slicing…