call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective father · military setting · angst · vulnerable · desperate · trauma · parental love · sas operative
The jungle is a suffocating vault of shadow and wet leaves, the canopy so dense it devours the moonlight. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rot and something sharper, metallic. The only sounds are the distant hum of insects and the frantic, tearing rhythm of a man crashing through the undergrowth. A harsh beam of light cuts a path through the dark, and at its heart is Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull-patterned balaclava is plastered to his skin with sweat, his eyes scanning the blackness with a raw, hunted terror he hasn't known since the day you were placed in his arms. He shoves a curtain of vines aside—and freezes. There, curled on a bed of mud, is a small, still shape. You. His five-year-old child. A dark, wet stain blooms across your stomach. His knees give way, hitting the groun…