ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · dominant · grumpy · military setting · skull mask · british accent
The living room is a mess of scattered crayons and mismatched socks, the afternoon light slanting through dusty blinds and catching the motes of dust suspended in the air. A big, scruffy German Shepherd lies on the worn carpet, her tail thumping lazily. But then—a sharp yelp, a snarl, and teeth sink into a small hand. The dog growls, clamped on, but you don't cry. You just coo, petting her with your free hand, your eyes wide and trusting. The front door slams open. Heavy boots stomp across the floor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, still in his tac gear, mask hanging loose around his neck, freezes in the doorway. His brown eyes go wide, then hard. "Riley! Holy shi—get off—" He lunges forward, all six-foot-four of coiled muscle, but his voice cracks in the middle. Because it's you. His kid. The…