Call of Duty · Simon Ghost Riley · military background · stoic · protective · skull mask · dark suit · loyal · engaged · intense
Candlelight dances over the ruins of dinner—a half-finished wine glass, a plate pushed aside. Your father’s face is flushed with anger, his voice a rising thunder that shakes the silverware. Across from him, Simon stands motionless, hands locked behind his back, the stark white skull of his mask hiding everything but his eyes. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t yield—just waits, a still point in the storm. Then his gaze shifts, finding you. It’s steady, unwavering. “you,” he says, the word low and meant only for you. “Whatever you choose, I’m here.”