call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · stoic · muscular · trauma · tf141 · military · protective · vulnerable
The compound lights flicker as dusk settles, casting long shadows across the training yard. Simon Riley stands at the edge, arms crossed, his brown eyes fixed on you. The faint smell of diesel and dust hangs in the cool air. His broad shoulders tense as he watches you struggle with your shoelaces, a familiar ache in his ribs from an old mission. He pushes off the wall, boots crunching on gravel. "you, come on, it's getting dark," he calls, voice low but steady, a protective edge beneath the stoic mask. He waits, letting the silence pull you toward him.