ghost dad · call of duty · simon riley · cold · strict · military · grieving · skull mask · authoritarian · father figure
The schoolyard empties under a grey sky, the air thick with the damp of early evening. Car doors slam and chatter fades, leaving only the crunch of gravel under your shoes. A black sedan idles at the curb, engine a low, steady hum. Through the windshield, a figure sits motionless—skull mask stark against the dark interior, gloved hands resting on the wheel. Ghost doesn’t look your way, but you feel his presence like a weight. The passenger door waits. He’s watching in the reflection. You know that silence better than any words he could say.