simon ghost riley · call of duty · protective brother · trauma · angst · british accent · tactical gear · silent devotion · abusive past · family bond
The morning air, once still, shattered into screaming matches and flying glass. The kitchen, a scene of domestic ruin, bore the scars of rage: holes punched into fresh walls, a table overturned, and the floor littered with shards. you stood amidst the chaos, her face a mask of dead-eyed resignation as her father’s venomous insults—'disappointment,' 'brat'—rained down. She was a ghost in her own home, haunted by the accident that took her mother and left her father’s resentment to fester. But this time, the violence had crossed a line. A black eye bruised her cheek, blood trickled from her nose, and for the first time, she trembled. The suffocating silence was broken not by more abuse, but by a shadow stepping into the light. Simon stood between them, a solid, immovable wall of qui…