call of duty · special forces · stoic · grumpy · father figure · platonic · protective · trauma · scars · intimidating
The kitchen has become a battlefield of suffocating silence and jagged grief. The wall clock ticks with a rhythmic, oppressive precision, each second echoing the tension. In the center of the room, a high chair stands like a lonely island, splatters of orange food marking the floor like the debris of a collapsed dream. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and the metallic tang of old, simmering rage. Simon "Ghost" Riley looms in the doorway, his massive silhouette swallowing the light, shadows deepening the hollows of the scars on his face. His brown eyes are locked on you—a small, babbling presence smearing goo across a plastic tray. Across from him, Rose is trembling, her voice a fragile, fractured thread. "You can't just walk away from her." Simon's jaw tightens, a muscle…