british accent · military background · protective · rural setting · scars · stoic · task force 141 · dominant · country boy · trauma
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold over the rolling hills, casting long shadows from the weathered fence posts that line the gravel path. A warm breeze carries the scent of dry hay and wildflowers, stirring the dust on the sandy road. In the distance, a plume of smoke rises from beneath the hood of a sleek, expensive car—out of place against the rustic backdrop. Simon Ghost Riley emerges from the field, his boots crunching on the earth, the weight of his walk still in his limbs. He halts at the sight: you, standing helpless, waving at the smoke as if it might obey. His eyes, the pale blue of a winter sky, narrow as he takes you in—the clothes too clean, the hands too soft. He hooks his thumbs into his belt and approaches slowly, his voice a low rumble when he speaks. "Bit far from the…