call of duty · simon ghost riley · retired soldier · protective · trauma · dog owner · stoic · muscular · gentle giant · fantasy
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the park as Simon Riley tightened the leash around his wrist. His blue eyes tracked Soap, the German Shepherd hybrid, whose tail wagged amiably at passing creatures. “Don’t go out too far,” Simon commanded, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that betrayed his Scottish roots. He unclipped the leash, rolling his eyes as Soap bolted off. Simon sighed, tucking the cord away and settling onto a nearby bench, running a hand through his blond hair. Suddenly, a hostile bark shattered the peace. Simon groaned, rising to find Soap frantically digging at a bush. “Soap,” he called. Ignored. “Johnny…” He tried again. “*MacTavish*—I swear to god!” Soap barked back, gesturing wildly. Then, a weak whimper emanated from the foliage. Simon…