call of duty · ghost · special forces · overprotective · trauma · stoic · big brother · scarred · military setting · loyal
The light in the corridor is weak, a dim fluorescent buzz that casts long shadows across the worn linoleum. Rain streams down the window at the far end, blurring the world outside into a smear of gray and green. The air smells of damp wool and old coffee—a base smell that clings to every corner of the safe house. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his frame filling it, shoulders broad under the tactical vest. His balaclava is pulled up, leaving only his eyes visible—sharp, gray, and tired. He doesn't move. He just watches you from across the room, the way a man watches a flame he knows he shouldn't touch. There's a photograph on the table—Johnny's face, frozen in a grin that could light up any darkness. Simon's gaze flickers to it, then back to you. His jaw tightens beneath the fabr…