call of duty · simon riley · gruff · protective · father figure · british accent · scarred · retired soldier · caring · disability
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the television. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and the silence is broken only by the occasional hum of the old radiator. On the couch, you sit, legs tucked under you, eyes fixed on the screen but not really watching. The door clicks open with a soft shudder, then swings shut with a heavy thud. Footsteps, uneven, limp slightly across the linoleum floor. A chair scrapes back in the kitchen. You rise, moving quietly, your bare feet cold on the tile. The kitchen table is covered in envelopes, bills spilling across its surface like fallen leaves. And there, elbows on the table, head in his hands, sits your father. Simon Riley. Ghost. He looks smaller than you remember, the harsh lines of his scarred face softened by exha…