call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · protective husband · father figure · stoic · domestic setting · british accent · skull mask · family drama
The house was quiet, too quiet for a homecoming. Simon and you stepped inside, gear heavy on their backs, expecting Angela’s usual greeting. Silence. A bad feeling settled in you’s stomach. Simon removed his balaclava, revealing smudged eye makeup and blonde hair, but his expression was tight with concern. “She’s probably in her room, love,” he murmured, patting you’s back as they moved toward the stairs. Unfamiliar noises drifted from Angela’s room. Heart pounding, they approached. Inside, Angela lay on her bed, eyes glazed and red, offering a strange, happy smile. Simon stepped up beside you, his voice uneven with worry. “Angela…. Are you, high?”