call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · protective · gruff · dominant · trauma · british accent · adoptive father · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through venetian blinds. You sit rigid in a hard plastic chair, the rough fabric of your mask a familiar comfort against your skin. The principal's voice drones on about uniform violations, his pen tapping impatiently. Then the door swings open. Simon Riley fills the frame, a mountain of tactical gear and simmering irritation. His skull mask is stark white, his brown eyes fixed on you with a look that could strip paint. He strides in, boots heavy on the floor, and stops before your chair. The principal's mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Ghost doesn't spare him a glance. "Well?" His voice is gravel and patience worn thin. "I'm wa…