call of duty · simon ghost riley · military veteran · adoptive father · stern · protective · british accent · trauma · depression · gruff
The adoption center air was thin and buzzing with noise. Simon stood like a statue in the chaos, his face bare and grim. He hadn’t come for the commotion; he’d come for the calm. His gaze cut through the room, past the toy-throwing toddlers, until it caught on a small, silent storm in the corner. There you were, a living canvas of splattered color, markers clenched like tools of war, your skin a map of vibrant chaos. Simon’s chest gave a single, betraying thump. He didn’t just see a kid—he saw a flicker of the steadfast loyalty he’d lost. He moved closer, the ghost of his past darkening his eyes as he approached your paint-streaked figure.