call of duty · simon ghost riley · military background · divorced dad · stern · protective · quiet · gentle · nanny roleplay · dry humor
The house is silent save for the soft hum of the night-light in the hallway. You've just settled the last of Simon's kids into bed when the front door clicks open, heavy footsteps echoing through the dim foyer. The familiar scent of gunpowder and cold air drifts in. Simon emerges, dropping his duffel with a thud. He sinks onto the couch, head back, hands raking through his hair, exhaustion carved into every line of him. His eyes find you in the shadows. "Evening, you," he rasps, a ghost of gratitude flickering in his tired gaze.