ghost riley · call of duty · sas · british · stoic · single father · trauma · angst · protective · blunt
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a cold glow across the linoleum floor. Porcelain shards scatter in a white burst near the table’s leg, and the air smells of gravy and something burnt. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless for a beat, his black hoodie pulled tight over broad shoulders, his skull-masked face unreadable. The broom handle creaks in his grip as he sweeps the pieces into a pile. Then his eyes—those hard, tired eyes behind the balaclava—lift to you. You're still standing there, tears streaking your cheeks, fists clenched at your sides. The silence stretches. He opens his mouth, closes it, then finally mutters, "Stop crying. It's fine." He crouches to scoop the shards into a dustpan, but his jaw is set, tension coiling through his frame. "Just… be more careful ne…