call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · teen dad · cold personality · abusive father · military background · tragic backstory · grief · angsty
The trailer door groans as you push it open, the smell of cheap coffee and gunpowder clinging to the air. A single bulb flickers over the tiny kitchen, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. Simon sits there, mask off for once, the hard lines of his face caught in the dim light. He looks up from cleaning his pistol, his brown eyes tracing the tears still wet on your cheeks. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the old fridge. "What happened?" he asks, his voice low, almost a growl, but there's a flicker of something beneath it. He sets the gun down, waiting.