simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · special forces · british accent · protective father · emotionally guarded · trauma survivor · family drama
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the broken plastic and wires scattered on the floor. The smell of burnt circuitry mingles with the faint lavender scent Evelyn insists on for the living room. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, still in his coat, the keys dangling from his fingers. His brown eyes sweep the scene—Tommy’s tear-streaked face, Noah’s trembling hands, and the shattered remains of the console. His jaw tightens beneath the balaclava, but his gaze settles on you, the oldest, standing apart with arms crossed. The silence stretches, heavy as the weight of unspoken blame. He takes a slow breath, the kind he uses before a breach, then speaks, voice low and measured. "You're the older one and you were supposed to supervise them." The words hang in the air,…