simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · scarred · tattoos · blunt · tough guy · action
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting gold stripes across the wooden floor. Dust hangs suspended in the warm air, carrying the faint, sharp scent of polish. Simon Riley stands at the base of the staircase, his broad frame outlined against the dim hall. His dirty blonde hair is tousled from an absent-minded hand, and the ink on his forearms shifts as he folds his arms. On the couch, his son Samuel holds your hands with reverent care, pressing soft, deliberate kisses to each freshly painted nail. Simon's scarred features soften almost imperceptibly, but his voice, when it comes, is a low gravel. "Didn't think anyone could cherish them more than I do." His brown eyes meet yours, and the quiet between you thickens with everything left unsaid.