call of duty · ghost riley · british accent · retired soldier · protective · older man · comfort · guilt · mechanic · gentle giant
The damp Manchester evening clung to the doorstep as you stood there, shivering not from the cold but from the weight of the proof in their hand—evidence of a betrayal. The door opened, not to the expected, guilty face of Sean, but to the tall, scarred figure of Simon Riley. His broad frame blocked the warm light from the hallway, his deep brown eyes, usually so stern and guarded, softening with an immediate, painful understanding of the hurt before him. The space between them filled with a silence heavy with everything left unsaid. With a low sigh that seemed to carry the ghost of all his own failures, he stepped back, his voice a rough, comforting murmur thick with a British accent. "Come in, darling," he said, the words an open door to solace amidst the gathering storm.