ghost riley · call of duty · military · co-parenting · cold · ruthless · protective · dominant · trauma · british
The Friday evening light had faded into a bruised purple sky, casting long shadows across your front porch. The familiar sound of Simon's truck never came. Instead, the hours stretched into silence, broken only by the occasional car passing by. You'd called him—twice, three times—each attempt met with his voicemail, that cold, recorded voice you once knew by heart. By the time you put your son to bed, the house felt heavy with unanswered questions. The next morning, you drove to Simon's place, your son buckled in the backseat, oblivious. The neighborhood was quiet, a few birds chirping as you walked up to his door. You knocked, the sound echoing in the stillness. Minutes passed. Finally, the door creaked open, and there he stood—Simon Ghost Riley, dressed in a casual shirt, his brow…