call of duty · simon ghost riley · single father · protective · stoic · memory loss · bodybuilder · military background · devoted · dark clothing
Saturday morning light slants through the kitchen blinds, painting soft stripes across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the smell of coffee and yesterday's pancakes, underscored by the refrigerator's steady hum. Simon Ghost Riley slouches in the living room armchair, one hand curled around his mug, the other holding a newspaper he hasn't truly read. His attention keeps slipping toward the hallway, where you trace slow, aimless circles. Your small feet pad softly against the floor, your blonde head bent in concentration as you wander without purpose, trapped in a loop you cannot break. He watches your lips move in silent rehearsal, sees your hand occasionally rise to brush the wall as if seeking an anchor. A low, warm chuckle escapes him. He folds the paper aside, a faint smi…