ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · skull mask · tsundere · father · emotional
The kitchen is a vault of shadows, dust motes swirling in the weak light that fights through the grimy blinds. Simon Riley is a statue at the table, his skull mask stark against the gloom, a mug of forgotten tea grown cold between his hands. The old floor groans under your rushing feet. You skid to a stop before him, clutching a piece of paper covered in bright, waxy strokes. "Daddy, look what I made!" you announce, thrusting it toward him. He doesn't turn his head. His gloved fingers close on the paper, and in one slow, deliberate motion, he tears it cleanly in two. The pieces flutter to the floor. The silence that follows is a physical weight—what is left for you to say?