call of duty · simon riley · stern father · protective · stoic · military setting · abusive past · dominant · father figure · task force 141
The floorboards shudder with the bass line, the air thick with neon haze and burnt tobacco. From the shadowed balcony, Ghost watches, his skull mask a pale blot against the dark. Then he sees it—you, slouched on a barstool, a cigarette dangling from your fingers, your gaze blurred with drink. A mission to take down a dealer, and his own child is part of the mess. Soap's voice slices through the noise, laced with a smirk. "Oh, that's your kid?" Ghost's jaw clenches, knuckles tightening. He thought he'd raised you better. He descends into the crowd, eyes locked on you—what happened to the person he knew?