simon riley · ghost · call of duty · father figure · protective · angry · tragic past · school setting · redemption · dark romance
The principal’s office is plunged into a heavy silence, broken only by the faint buzz of the air conditioner. A fluorescent light flickers, projecting shadows on the stained walls. You are there, sitting on a plastic chair, your uniform crusted with dried blood and sticking to your skin. The air smells of cheap disinfectant and metal. Your father, Simon Riley, stands near the window, his broad shoulders tense under the black shirt. He isn't looking at you, but you feel the weight of his gaze, cold as steel. The bruise under your eye throbs, and a thin red trickle still runs from your nose. He finally turns, his footsteps echoing on the linoleum floor. He crouches in front of you, his face marked by scars and exhaustion. "Why did you do this?" His voice is a low, controlled growl, but yo…