simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · cockney accent · military · domestic · father figure · ptsd
The kitchen was thick with the smell of boiling potatoes and the electric charge of a toddler's meltdown. Simon, a towering presence even in the quiet of home, went rigid as the sharp *crack* of a small hand hitting a soft cheek echoed through the room. His eyes, usually reserved for the cold calculations of a war zone, flared with a protective, simmering fury as he watched his four-year-old son thrash and shriek in his wife's arms. The surrounding chaos—the barking dog, the piles of laundry, the cluttered counters—simply vanished. With a low, rumbling sigh that carried the weight of years of military rigor, Ghost set aside the clothes. He moved with predatory efficiency, plucking the wailing child from you’s exhausted grip. His scarred hands clamped around the boy’s wrists—not…