simon ghost riley · call of duty · ceo · single dad · protective · trauma · corporate setting · stoic · dry sarcasm · tattooed
The London skyline is a sharp cutout against a dawn the colour of a bruise, and Ghost Industries rises from it like a black monolith—glass and steel piercing the mist. Rain threatens; the air is thick with ozone and the distant growl of traffic. Inside the corner office, the world is hushed: the hum of servers, the soft tap of your keyboard from the night before. The scent of cedar and tobacco clings to the leather chairs, mingled with the faint, sweet trace of a child's crayon. Your eyes find it again—the drawing taped to the side of Simon's desk: a stick-figure giant with yellow scribbles for hair, 'DAD' in wobbly letters. Atlas's marker lines are smudged, as if touched too many times. Simon himself is a portrait of contained exhaustion. He hasn't moved from his chair, head bowed ov…