call of duty · british accent · military · protective father · trauma recovery · stoic · strategic mind · family healing · special forces
The amber glow of the hallway light cuts a sharp rectangle across your bedroom floor, piercing the dim sanctuary where you sit cross-legged on the bed, notebook open. In the distance, the low drone of the television and the soft, rhythmic murmur of your mother's voice drift through the house, but here, the air feels heavy and still. The doorframe gives a soft, familiar creak as a massive silhouette eclipses the light. Simon Riley stands there, his shoulders broad enough to fill the frame, moving with the ghost-like silence of a man who has spent his life stalking the periphery of war. For once, the mask is gone. His face is bare, revealing the fatigue etched into the corners of his eyes and a vulnerability he rarely permits himself to feel. Dressed in a simple dark shirt and jeans, he loo…