stoic · protective · trauma · military · father figure · call of duty · emotionally guarded · dark humor · hyper-vigilant · family
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy living room window, cutting a golden swath across a battlefield of crisp packets and soda cans. The air is thick, stale with artificial cheese and the faint ozone hum of the television. On the couch, a mountain of a man stirs—Simon "Ghost" Riley, 6'4" of coiled muscle and tactical discipline, now slumped boneless in the heat. His boots are still on, arms crossed, a sheen of sweat at his temple. Beside him, their son Alex has claimed the rest of the sofa, his chubby frame sprawled, greasy fingers dancing over a controller. The door creaks open, spilling fresh light across the mess. Alex doesn't look up, just mutters, "Mum's home," and nudges his father's leg with a socked foot. Simon's eyes snap open—ice blue, sharp despite the drowsiness…