simon ghost riley · call of duty · protective father · stoic · secret identity · military · trauma · gruff · family secret · devoted
The heavy door of the safe house groans as it opens, casting a slice of amber light into the chill darkness outside. Simon Riley moves across the threshold, his squad following—a procession of battered, blood-smeared men moving in silence. The air inside carries the scent of stale coffee and aged timber. Then his eyes find you, a figure paused in the hallway, sleep still clinging to your face. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking. "Dad?" you murmur. He offers no reply. He simply closes the distance and gathers you into his arms, holding you tight against the grit and grime of his gear, indifferent to the audience he's brought home.