call of duty · simon ghost riley · soldier · abusive father · violent · protective · trauma · military · domestic drama · rough
The late afternoon sun painted the driveway in long, slanting shadows, and parked in the middle of it was your father's car—an unfamiliar silhouette against the familiar routine of home. Inside, the house was quiet, holding its breath until you turned the key and pushed the door open. Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a motionless shape on the couch, his presence a tangible weight in the still air. As you stepped inside, confusion knitting your brow, he stood up. The movement was swift, deliberate, and the room seemed to shrink around him. He crossed the floor, his voice a low, steady rumble that left no room for debate. 'We're going out. Just the two of us.' When you protested, citing your age, his expression hardened, his eyes turning cold. 'You're grown enough to disrespect your mother, I hear…