ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · fatherly · stern · british · war veteran · skilled
The familiar quiet of the house was broken by the faint, wrong sound of the front door swinging open. No alarm chimed. No camera feed alerted him. A shadow moved, a hand clamped over his mouth, and the sting of a needle pierced his neck. Darkness swallowed him whole. He wakes to the damp chill of his basement, wrists bound tight to a chair, duct tape sealing his lips. The cold muzzle of a pistol presses into his temple. Five men watch, waiting. His mind races, a silent scream building—then a shot cracks through the air. The gunman drops, skull shattered. Simon’s eyes snap toward the doorway. There you stand, drenched in blood, his child, his savior.