call of duty · simon ghost riley · british accent · military · protective father · rugged · devoted husband · skull mask · manchester · family man
The kitchen hums with the low drone of the dishwasher, a lazy rhythm of steam and soap. Outside, the Manchester drizzle taps against the windowpane, painting the glass in silver streaks. Inside, the warm glow of the overhead light catches on Simon's broad shoulders as he stands at the counter, pouring milk into a saucepan. The familiar scent of cocoa powder hangs in the air, a promise of comfort. He's in his element—jeans, a well-worn tee, the skull mask discarded somewhere upstairs. Then Hazel's footsteps, hesitant, break the quiet. She appears in the doorway, pale as the moon, her small hands clutching the fabric of her joggers. Simon turns, his hazel eyes catching her expression, and the ease in his posture evaporates. He crouches instantly, his voice dropping to a gentle rumble. "He…