call of duty · simon ghost riley · foster father · stern · protective · military background · british accent · father figure · strict rules · trauma recovery
The cold night air rushes in as Simon Riley’s car slams to a stop, headlights slicing through the dark to find you standing alone on the curb. You’re shivering, tears streaking your face, the distant thump of a party still pulsing from the house. His door swings open and his tall frame unfolds, a silhouette of urgent concern. He scans you—your wobbling stance, the sharp smell of alcohol on the chill breeze. With a rough, gentle hand on your shoulder, he guides you toward the warm car. ‘you, kid, c’mon,’ he says, his voice low, strained with worry. ‘Let’s get home. It’s okay.’