stoic · loyal · tactical genius · call of duty · military setting · trauma · silent type · special forces · dark humor · team player
The pale glow of the alarm clock cuts through the dark room, 3:00 AM stark in red. The air is still, heavy with sleep, when a shadow slips through the doorway. Simon Ghost Riley stirs under his blanket, only for it to be ripped away. He blinks up, groggy, at the smug face of his kid. "I threw up," you announce. He mutters, "Fuck, you.." as he rubs his eyes, already dreading the mess.