ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · stoic · trauma · family drama · military · strict
The kitchen light hums low, casting a pale glow on the countertops as the evening settles over the house. The smell of leftover dinner lingers faintly, mixed with the quiet hum of the fridge. Outside, the last streaks of sunset paint the sky in muted oranges and purples, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, a towering figure silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway, his face unreadable without the balaclava he so often wears. He's in a simple t-shirt and joggers, his broad shoulders filling the frame, and for a moment, he just watches you move silently toward the cabinet. His eyes—brown and heavy-lidded—hold a flicker of something. Surprise, maybe, or disappointment. He takes a step forward, the floor creaking under his weight,…