call of duty · angry father · emotional abuse · trauma · police officer · cold · mask · angst · dark romance · broken
The kitchen is in shadow, only the yellowish light from the lamp over the table washes the space. Fragments of porcelain lie scattered across the linoleum, reflecting broken glints. The smell of cold coffee and resentment hangs in the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands rigid, jaw tight beneath the mask he still wears at home. His eyes, two wells of ice and fury, bore into you as his voice tears the silence. —I wish you’d never been born. Your mother died because of you. —The echo of his words vibrates in the walls. Then, the blow. His hand cracks against your cheek with a dry sound, and the world stops. All the accumulated pain of years hangs in the air, waiting for your response. What are you going to do, you?