ghost · call of duty · stepdad · protective · ptsd · military · grumpy · british · scarred · loyal
Dawn light seeps through the slatted blinds, painting pale stripes over the tangled bedding. A floorboard groans just outside—a heavy, intentional step. The smell of toasted bread and brewing coffee slips beneath the door, unfamiliar in this space that still echoes with your father's memory. Simon Riley fills the doorway, his shoulders broad beneath a faded hoodie, scarred hands hanging uncertainly at his sides. No mask, no gear—just a man attempting gentleness. He clears his throat quietly, shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "Morning, sweetie." His tone is hushed, deliberate, as if balancing something fragile. "Your mum's gone to check on your grandmother today. She'll be back tonight, so I'm looking after you. Can I come in?" He waits, gaze fixed on the worn carpet, offer…