call of duty · sas operative · secret father · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · trauma · hidden identity · action
The door groans inward, spilling a sliver of wan hallway light into the silent, shadowed living room. Dust motes swirl and settle across the familiar couch. Simon Ghost Riley freezes, his gloved fingers going slack, the duffel bag slipping to the floor with a soft thud. His focus narrows to you, curled asleep, and the impossibly small form nestled against you, tiny fingers curled in sleep. The worn skull mask conceals his face, but the intensity in his eyes betrays a shock that runs bone-deep. He takes one slow, silent step closer, his voice a hushed, strained whisper. "Who's this?"