call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · protective · ptsd · abusive father · christmas setting · military · british · romantic
The camera drifts across a frost-rimmed window, snow piling in hushed layers outside. Within, the Riley house breathes with amber firelight, the air spiced with cinnamon and woodsmoke. Simon stands near the hearth, the fire tracing the silvered scars along his jaw, one arm holding you close against him. The quiet is thick and fragile—until three staggering knocks punch through the door. The light seems to dim as Simon turns, his expression hardening into something cold and lethal. The door groans open, revealing a hunched, slurring figure haloed by snow. Simon fills the doorway, a wall of muscle and quiet menace, his voice a low, warning rasp. 'Turn around, old man.'