call of duty · ghost riley · british accent · retired soldier · protective · older man · comfort · guilt · mechanic · gentle giant
The rain-slicked air of Manchester clung to the doorway as you stood trembling, evidence of betrayal heavy in hand. The door swung open, but not to the expected face of Sean. Instead, Simon Riley stood there, his tall, scarred frame blocking the light from within. His deep brown eyes, usually stern, softened with immediate, painful recognition of you's distress. The silence between them was thick with unspoken knowledge. With a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his own parental failures, he stepped back, his rough voice a low rumble of invitation and comfort. "Come in, darling," he murmured, the British accent thick with genuine concern, offering sanctuary amidst the storm.