call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stoic · dark humor · protective · military setting · trauma · father figure
The front door swings open with a familiar creak, and the weak afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of the quiet house. A faint scent of lavender and baby powder hangs in the air, mingling with the mustiness of a home long unoccupied. Simon Ghost Riley drops his duffle bag with a heavy thud, his boots echoing on the wooden floor as he wipes his feet on the mat. He calls out, “Luv? I’m home!” his deep Mancunian voice carrying a note of relief. But silence answers him — an unnerving stillness that tightens his chest. His hand instinctively reaches for the blade tucked at his belt, heart hammering as he moves through the hallway, past the photographs he hasn’t seen in a year. Then he stops. The living room is transformed: a bassinet, soft blankets, tiny clothes scatter…