ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · stoic · trauma · family drama · military · strict
The kitchen light hums with a low, clinical buzz, casting a pale glow over the countertops as evening descends. The faint scent of a finished meal lingers in the air, underscored by the steady drone of the refrigerator. Outside, the horizon is a bruised palette of muted oranges and purples, but inside, the atmosphere is suffocating, thick with the residue of an unspoken argument. Simon Riley looms in the doorway, a massive silhouette cutting through the dim light of the hall. Without his balaclava, his face is open, yet entirely unreadable. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and joggers, his broad shoulders seem to shrink the room. He stands motionless for a long moment, his heavy-lidded brown eyes tracking you's silent movement toward the cabinets. There is a flicker in his gaze—not anger, bu…