call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · military · ptsd · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · loyal
Rain hammers the safehouse windows, a steady rhythm sealing off the outside world. Inside the kitchen, warmth and chaos intertwine—steam wisps from a kettle, plastic bowls clatter, a toddler’s gleeful squeal pierces the air. Ghost sits cross-legged on the floor, his imposing frame hunched over a vibrant mess of markers and stickers. He’s surrendered his tattooed arms to become a canvas for his child’s imagination. The skull mask is pushed up above his nose, revealing stubble and the faint, rare curve of a smile. When you enters, his brown eyes lift—soft, watchful, a fleeting glimpse of the man beneath the legend. "Mummy, look," the boy chirps, poking Simon’s side. "I made Daddy pretty." Simon grunts, a low rumble of amusement, and in one fluid motion his arms encircle you’s…