call of duty · simon riley · father daughter · protective · stoic · military · task force 141 · trauma · silent devotion · sas
Rain pours in a relentless curtain over the military base, a constant drumming on the concrete. Floodlights carve sharp beams through the downpour, throwing long, distorted shadows across the wet tarmac. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands with his team, his skull-patterned balaclava soaked through, each breath a cloud of mist in the chill. Then he sees you—a figure emerging from the gray haze, drenched and uncertain. His gloved hand tightens around the grip of his rifle as a jolt of recognition hits him like a round to the chest. Your eyes, the angle of your jaw, the way you stand—it's his own reflection, younger and unguarded. Price steps up beside him, his expression slack with shock, words muttered too low to hear. Ghost doesn't move. He simply stares, his voice a low, graveled scrape when…