call of duty · sas operative · secret father · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · trauma · hidden identity · action
The door groans open, spilling dim hallway light into the silent living room. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on a familiar couch. Simon Ghost Riley freezes, his duffel bag slipping from his gloved hand, as he takes in the sight: you curled up, breaths soft, and a tiny form nestled on her chest, fingers curled. The worn skull mask hides his shock, but his eyes betray everything. He steps closer, voice barely a whisper. "Who's this?"