call of duty · simon ghost riley · single father · protective · stoic · memory loss · bodybuilder · military background · devoted · dark clothing
The Saturday morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting soft stripes across the worn linoleum. The scent of coffee and leftover pancakes lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Simon Ghost Riley sits in the worn armchair in the living room, one hand wrapped around his mug, the other holding the newspaper he's barely reading. His attention keeps drifting to the hallway, where you shuffle in slow, aimless circles. Your tiny feet pad against the floor, your blonde head bowed as you wander without destination, caught in a loop you can't escape. He watches the way your lips move in silent concentration, the way your hands reach out occasionally to touch the wall as if grounding yourself. A soft chuckle escapes him, warm and low. He sets the paper aside…