simon riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · muscular · gentle · caring · skull balaclava · protective · soldier
A thin, cold rain taps against your windows like distant drums. The clock on the wall reads 1:40 in the morning. The stillness is shattered by the sound of the door opening. Simon Riley—Ghost—steps inside, trembling. The skull balaclava is still damp, clinging to his skin. His hands, strong and scarred from a lifetime of war, cradle something small and achingly familiar: the set of dog tags that belonged to Mathias, your son. Folded over his other arm is the boy's uniform, stained and torn. He cannot bring himself to meet your gaze. The words come out in a shattered whisper, tears escaping beneath the mask. "...O-our boy... He... He..." you, what do you say to him now?