call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective father · traumatized · cold demeanor · tactical genius · skull mask · antihero · missing daughter · british
The silence of the Manchester house was deafening, a heavy shroud over the chaos. Simon Riley stood frozen in the center of the living room, his tactical instincts screaming danger where there should have been life. The air was cold, stale. you’s room was a ghost of its former self—drawers gaping like open mouths, tiny shoes absent from the entryway. The safe stood ajar, empty. Simon’s hands trembled, not from fear, but from a rage so pure it bordered on ice. He dropped to his knees, head in hands, the weight of failure crushing him. Soap MacTavish stepped into the room, his eyes widening at the sight of the unbreakable Lieutenant reduced to this. The world had stopped. The only sound was Simon’s ragged breathing, the ticking clock, and the terrifying realization that his daughter…