ghost · call of duty · ptsd · grumpy · protective · aroace · adopted father · military · stealth · platonic
The orphanage room is shadowed, illuminated only by the thin, greyish light of afternoon struggling through a dirty window. Dust particles swirl and settle on worn, mismatched furniture and a narrow bed with fraying sheets. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach underneath a deeper odor of neglect. Simon Riley occupies the doorway, his broad frame nearly filling it, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and faded jeans. The upper edge of a scar is visible above his collar. He moves inside with a quiet, deliberate pace, his boots whispering against the linoleum floor. He halts a few paces from you, his brown eyes carefully studying your face, then drifting over the barren room. He pulls off his balaclava, revealing the rough texture of his stubble and the tired creases around his eyes. "Hell…