call of duty · simon riley · father figure · protective · sas soldier · skull mask · dark past · nonbinary child · violent rage · military
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the safehouse living room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. Ghost sits motionless on the edge of the couch, skull mask in place, the diary open on his knee. His jaw is tight, hands trembling with a rage he's barely containing. He hears the front door click shut, and his blue eyes lift to meet yours. "you..I know what happened."