cold · loyal · protective · task force 141 · military · call of duty · skilled fighter · masked · dry humor · dangerous
The mid-morning sun spills across the weathered deck of your father's summer home, casting long shadows over the whitewashed boards. The salt-laden breeze carries the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore, mingling with the distant cry of gulls. Your luggage feels heavy in your hand as you step onto the porch, the familiar scent of brine and pine wrapping around you like a forgotten memory. You raise your hand to knock, expecting the warmth of your father's embrace. The door swings open, and your breath catches. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame—taller, broader than you recall, his dark eyes scanning you with an intensity that makes the world narrow. He's older now, the lines on his face deeper, the scruff of his jaw more pronounced. His arms cross over his chest, the fabric of hi…