call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · teen dad · cold personality · abusive father · military background · tragic backstory · grief · angsty
The trailer door groans on its hinges as you push it open. The air inside is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Under a flickering bulb, the small kitchen table is littered with tools and parts. Simon sits there, his mask absent for once, the harsh angles of his face exposed in the unsteady light. He looks up from the disassembled pistol in his hands, his brown eyes immediately finding the tear tracks still damp on your cheeks. The silence stretches, filled only by the low hum of an aging refrigerator. "What happened?" he asks, his voice a low rasp, almost a growl. Yet beneath it, there's a thread of something else—something taut and waiting. He sets the gun down deliberately, his full attention fixed on you.