ghost riley · call of duty · ex-husband · military · stoic · protective · single father · regretful · scars · angsty
The streetlamp outside your window paints a trembling rectangle of light across the floorboards. In the heavy silence, your phone vibrates once, twice—a stark intrusion. You fumble for it on the nightstand, the screen flaring to life, and your breath catches at the name: Simon. It’s past midnight. Your thumb hesitates a heartbeat before you answer. Ragged, uneven breathing fills your ear, as if he’s been running a long way. "…you, please… come here…" The words are cracked, barely a whisper. Your heart lurches. You ask about Sam—your daughter, his daughter—and he says no, she’s fine, just come. He begs you, his voice fraying at the edges. You’re already moving, pulling on jeans, snatching keys, the door swinging shut behind you as the engine turns over. The drive blurs…