simon ghost riley · call of duty · married · protective · sarcastic · trauma · manchester · dad jokes · tsundere · task force 141
The Manchester dawn offers only a gray, feeble light through the kitchen window, painting long, distorted shadows over the mess of unwashed mugs and scattered cutlery. Each slam of a cupboard door reverberates through the small house, a jarring rhythm to your drowsy disorientation. You find Simon braced against the stove, his blonde hair a wild mess, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack stone. He doesn't look at you—just stares down at his white-knuckled grip on the counter's edge. "Woke up in a fucking black mood," he rasps, the sound low and coiled. "This city is a hole. You get that, don't you?" Finally, his dark gaze lifts and pins you in place, demanding a reaction.