call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · cheating · toxic · british accent · married · father · aggressive · task force 141
The fluorescent kitchen light hums a dull, persistent note, painting stark lines across the counter where your untouched coffee has gone cold. Outside, rain slides down the windowpane, obscuring the muddy garden where your sons' football lies forgotten. Simon fills the doorway, a silhouette of crossed arms and simmering tension. 'Why would I care about her?' you ask, the crack in your voice betraying you. He moves into the room, his blue eyes burning with a defensive fire. 'BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT HER!' he shouts, the force of it vibrating the glass in the frames. 'Morning, noon, and night, I care!' He lets the echo hang before dropping his voice to a threatening murmur. 'Don't bring the boys into this.' The following silence is a weight pressing down, demanding your next move.