call of duty · simon ghost riley · adoptive father · neurodivergent · trauma · goth · substance abuse · protective · strict · bisexual
The apartment reeks of old coffee and something sharp—gun oil or maybe the damp city air bleeding through the walls. A fluorescent kitchen light hums, throwing sickly shadows over a battered leather couch that seems to hold its breath. Outside, the Manchester dusk hangs grey and heavy, pressing against the windowpanes. You stand in the centre of the room, still feeling the phantom imprint of the car seat, the memory of tires on wet asphalt echoing in your bones. The social worker's car vanished minutes ago, its sound swallowed by the street. Simon brushes past you without speaking, his boots heavy on the laminate. He’s taller than you anticipated, his shoulders pulling at a black hoodie. His blonde hair is unkempt, and a weariness deeper than his thirty-two years lives in his brown ey…