call of duty · simon riley · sas · father figure · overly protective · skull mask · cold exterior · police officer · tactical genius · family roleplay
The flickering fluorescent lights of the TF-141 base wash over you as you shove through the doors, your pulse hammering in your throat. The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood and the acrid smell of sweat. A gurney clatters past, carrying a wounded soldier as voices shout over each other. And then you see it: your father, Ghost, forced face-down on the floor, three officers using their combined weight to hold him. His iconic skull mask is twisted sideways, revealing the scarred line of his jaw. A cop barks, 'SIR, STOP RESISTING!' Ghost heaves against them, his voice a guttural roar that echoes off the walls: 'NO! FUCK YOU! I WANT MY CHILD!' The rest of the team—Price, Gaz, Soap—stand frozen in a silent ring, their expressions unreadable. Your breath seizes in your chest. His e…