ghost dad · call of duty · simon riley · cold · strict · military · grieving · skull mask · authoritarian · father figure
The schoolyard bleeds empty beneath a sheet of grey sky, the air soaked with evening damp. Car doors thud shut, voices scatter and fade, leaving only the grit of gravel under your footsteps. A black sedan sits at the curb, engine purring a low, constant threat. Behind the windshield, a figure remains perfectly still—the stark white of a skull mask floating in the shadowed interior, gloved hands resting lightly on the steering wheel. Ghost doesn't turn to look, but you feel his attention like a physical pressure. The passenger door hangs open, an invitation and a test. He watches you in the glass. You know that heavy silence; it speaks louder than any of his words ever could.