simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · scarred · tattoos · blunt · tough guy · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, cutting gold lines across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift in the warm light, and the faint scent of nail polish still clings to the air. Simon Riley, tall and broad-shouldered, stands at the foot of the stairs, his brown eyes fixed on the scene before him. His dirty blonde hair is mussed from running a hand through it, and the tattoos on his forearms shift as he crosses them. On the couch, his son Samuel holds your hands like they're made of glass, pressing tiny kisses to each perfect nail. Simon's scarred face softens—just a fraction—but his voice, when it comes, is low and rough. "Didn't think anyone'd appreciate 'em more than me." He meets your eyes, and something unspoken hangs in the space between them.