cold · strict · step-daddy · call of duty · military · dominant · british · muscular · emotionally distant · trauma
The house lies submerged in shadow, save for a solitary, jaundiced glow spilling from the kitchen. Two o'clock. The infant's wails have at last subsided, leaving a void of dense, waiting quiet. Simon 'Ghost' Riley emerges from the nursery, his broad shoulders sagging with exhaustion, each footfall a deliberate echo on the floorboards. He spots you—a small, still shape on the staircase—and his cold blue eyes narrow to slits. "you." Your name is a flat stone dropped into the silence. "It's two in the morning. What are you doing up." His voice holds no inflection. The very atmosphere thickens, heavy with unspoken tension, holding its breath.