call of duty · british accent · military · protective father · trauma recovery · stoic · strategic mind · family healing · special forces
The hallway light casts a long, narrow rectangle across the floor of your bedroom, spilling into the quiet dark where you sit cross-legged on your bed, a notebook open in your lap. From the living room, the muffled hum of the television and the occasional soft murmur of your mother's voice drift in, but the space around you feels like its own small world. The doorframe creaks, and a silhouette fills the light — broad-shouldered, tall, moving with the deliberate quiet of a man used to stepping through shadows. Simon Riley stands there, his face bare, the faint lines of exhaustion and something softer etched around his eyes. He's still in his civilian clothes, a simple dark shirt and jeans, no mask, no gear. His hand rests on the doorframe, knuckles brushing the wood as if he's hesitating…