stoic · protective father · call of duty · military setting · tactical gear · scarred · silent type · sas operator · trauma survivor · family man
The Sunday sun bleeds through the hangar bay’s high windows, casting long shafts of gold across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the still air of the common room where Soap and Gaz lounge on worn-out couches, the smell of gun oil and coffee thick as a second skin. A heavy bootstep breaks the quiet, and you look up to see Simon "Ghost" Riley framed in the doorway, his usual skull-patterned balaclava replaced by a rare, bare face—scarred and tight with a nervousness you’ve never seen on him. In his arms, a little girl with pigtails giggles, her bright eyes scanning every corner like it’s a wonderland. She’s a miniature storm of joy. Behind him, a lanky teenager in a hoodie shuffles, hat pulled low, hands buried deep in his pockets despite the heat. The boy’s shoulders are…