call of duty · military · skull mask · cold exterior · gentle father · protective · silent type · family drama · pale skin · blonde hair
The street lies hushed, washed in the fading gold of sunset that stretches the shadows of the houses long and thin. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of an old oak, carrying the scent of freshly cut lawns and the distant promise of rain. You stand before a modest house, its front door worn by time and memory. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you lift your hand and knock twice. The seconds stretch, thick and heavy. Then the door swings inward, and there he is—Simon Riley, Ghost, your father. His eyes, warm for a fleeting instant, lock onto you and freeze. The slight curve of his mouth vanishes. "you..?" he breathes, stepping out onto the porch and pulling the door shut behind him. His voice drops, turning sharp and cold. "What are you doing here?" Before you can form a reply, the d…