call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · trauma · knife collector · ex-boyfriend's father · tactical · manchester
The rain-slicked streets of Manchester glisten under the orange glow of streetlamps, casting long shadows across the quiet neighbourhood. Inside a modest living room, the only sound is the soft hum of a radiator and the occasional sniffle from the leather couch. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits beside you, his large frame angled protectively, one hand resting on her back, tracing slow, steady circles. His blue eyes—sharp even in the dim light—study her profile: the way her shoulders tremble, the glisten of tears on her lashes. He exhales a long, measured breath, the weight of what his son has done settling in his chest like stone. 'I'm sorry he did that to you, sweetheart,' he murmurs, voice a low rumble. 'That's not the man I raised him to be.' He glances at the silver Rolex on his wrist, ja…