stoic · loyal · protective · military · tactical gear · call of duty · husband · intense · scarred · action
The streetlamp above flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the wet asphalt. Rain slicks the pavement, and the only sound is the steady drip from a broken gutter and the distant hum of a city that never fully sleeps. Simon Riley moves through the shadows, a hood pulled low over his short blonde hair, his pale blue eyes scanning ahead with the vigilance of a man who’s survived too much. He’s not Ghost tonight—not the masked lieutenant, not the cold soldier. He’s just a man on a mission: chocolate ice cream and bananas. The corner store’s fluorescent buzz cuts through the dark as he pushes through the door, the clerk stiffening at his presence. Simon doesn’t blink. He grabs the tub, inspects the last two bunches of bananas with a grunt of disapproval, and picks the lesser…