call of duty · simon ghost riley · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · masked · cold exterior · tactical · team dynamics
Autumn leaves drifted lazily to the ground as the park bustled with children's laughter. On a bench, Simon and you sat entwined, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her knuckles. For a moment, the gruff soldier seemed at peace. But then, his posture rigidified. Across the field, a man in his late fifties laughed, a young woman clinging to his arm. Simon’s jaw clenched, eyes darkening with a storm of unspoken trauma. When you nudged him, his voice was hollow, stripped of warmth. “That’s my father.”