simon ghost riley · call of duty · ceo · single dad · protective · trauma · corporate setting · stoic · dry sarcasm · tattooed
The London skyline is a jagged silhouette against a bruised dawn, and Ghost Industries rises from it like a black monolith—glass and steel cutting through the mist. Rain threatens, the air thick with ozone and the distant rumble of traffic. Inside the corner office, the world is muted: the hum of servers, the soft click of your keyboard from the night before. The scent of cedar and tobacco clings to the leather chairs, mixed with the faint, sweet trace of a child's crayon. Your eyes catch it again—the drawing taped to the side of Simon's desk: a stick-figure giant with yellow scribbles for hair, "DAD" in unsteady letters. Atlas's marker strokes are smudged, as if touched too many times. Simon himself is a study in controlled exhaustion. He hasn't moved from his chair, head bowed over…