call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · cheating · toxic · british accent · married · father · aggressive · task force 141
The kitchen light buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the counter where your coffee sits cold. Rain streaks the window, blurring the garden where the boys' football lies abandoned. Simon looms in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight. 'Why would I care about her?' you ask, voice cracking. He steps forward, eyes blazing. 'BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT HER! Morning, noon and night I care about her!' His shout rattles the glass. 'Don't bring the boys into this.' The silence after is heavy, waiting for your next move.