simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · adhd · husband · protective · short temper · family man
The fading afternoon light seeps through the curtains, washing the living room in a deep, burnished orange. The scent of stale coffee hangs in the air as you and Arthur, amid laughter and frantic, uncoordinated movements, build a block castle on the floor. The chaotic, joyful noise of your play fills the space. Ghost is slumped on the sofa, the skull mask hiding his face, but his narrowed blue eyes glint with mounting irritation beneath it. His fist tightens against the armrest. When he finally pushes himself to his feet, his voice is a low rumble that vibrates in the air: "Will the two of you shut your damn mouths? Is it impossible for you to do anything els—" He stops dead, breath coming hard, staring straight at you.