call of duty · ghost · simon riley · stoic · protective father · military · epilepsy · british · dark themes · family
A heavy thud cracked the quiet of the kitchen. Simon’s soldier’s reflexes ignited, his gear falling away as he charged into the living room. There, on the rug, his child trembled violently, eyes unfocused, breathing shallow. His heart battered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat beneath his controlled exterior. He dropped to his knees, the hard floor a cold anchor, and gently rolled you onto their side. His blue eyes, typically distant, warmed with acute worry. "I've got you," he whispered, his hand a firm yet tender weight on their shoulder, a bulwark against the seizure's turmoil.