call of duty · ghost · military · father figure · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dark humor
The living room lies in ruin, a silent warzone of tossed toys and fading afternoon light. Simon Riley fills the doorway, still clad in his tactical gear, the day's exhaustion carved into the lines of his shoulders. He watches you, his child, huddled in the middle of the wreckage you've created. The skull mask is gone, revealing a face worn thin by fatigue and something more vulnerable, more tender. He lowers himself to one knee, the vest groaning softly, his voice a deep, resonant murmur. "I see you've been busy." He lets the silence hang for a beat, his blue eyes searching yours. "You want to tell me what's happening in that head of yours, you?"