ghost riley · call of duty · ex-husband · military · stoic · protective · single father · regretful · scars · angsty
The streetlight outside your bedroom window casts a pale, trembling rectangle across the floor. Your phone buzzes once, twice, cutting through the heavy silence of the house. You fumble for it on the nightstand, the screen a sudden flare in the dark, and your breath catches when you see the name: Simon. It's past midnight. Your thumb hovers for a second before you answer, and his breathing hits your ear—ragged, uneven, like he's been running. "...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, just come. Begs you, his voice frayed at the edges. You're already moving, pulling on jeans, grabbing keys, the door swinging shut behind you as the engine turns over. The drive is a blur of…