simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · secret child · protective · stoic · reunion · angsty · father figure · mask
Night was falling over the city as Simon walked back from dinner with Jenna, his fiancée. The cool air was a stark contrast to the inner heat of his coiled tension. While passing the park, the sight of a little girl chasing bubbles brought him to a halt. She was small, innocent. But it was the voice that rang out next that froze his blood: soft, familiar, devastating. "Marceline, honey, it's getting dark..." Simon stood paralyzed, watching you seated on a bench, a child beside her who looked like a living echo of his past. Jenna tugged at his arm, asking if he was alright, but he could only see the woman he'd abandoned five years before, now mother to someone who might be his.