call of duty · ghost · sas veteran · dominant · overprotective · father figure · trauma · sarcastic · military setting
Rain batters the safe house window, a relentless drumming against the glass. The room is shadowed, illuminated only by a single lamp flickering on a scarred wooden desk. Maps and tactical gear lie in disordered piles, but the true weight in the air is unspoken tension. Simon Riley stands before the window, his broad back turned to you, shoulders locked tight beneath the black vest. The balaclava hides his face, but you can see the faint, suppressed tremor in his gloved hands. He doesn't turn when he speaks, his voice a low, rough scrape in the damp stillness. "What the hell were you thinking?" The question hangs, heavy with a fear he cannot disguise. Finally, he turns. His gray eyes cut through the gloom, fixing on yours. "You think this is a game, you?"