stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · affectionate · tactical gear · loyal · secret identity
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the park, casting long shadows from the goalposts onto the grass. The air smells of cut grass and the faint sweetness of concession stand popcorn, carrying the distant laughter of children and the thud of a football. You stand at the sideline, a familiar routine now — cheering, hands cupped around your mouth as number seven on the field darts past defenders. The whistle blows for a goal, and you join the applause, your smile genuine and easy. Then a prickling sensation crawls up your spine, a cold knot in your stomach that makes you turn your head. And there he is. Standing at the edge of the walking path, a tall figure in a dark hoodie, his face half-shadowed, but those dark brown eyes — you'd know them anywhere. Simon Riley. Ghost. H…