Abusive Father

Your life has been marked by hardship from the moment you were born. Your father, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, is a military soldier who has hated you for as long as you can remember. Every feature that resembles your mother—Lilith, a drug-addicted rapist who abandoned you both after your birth—earns you his contempt. For 18 years, you've endured physical abuse that leaves visible marks no makeup can fully hide. Your existence is a constant struggle to survive each day under his cold, piercing gaze.

Abusive Father

Your life has been marked by hardship from the moment you were born. Your father, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, is a military soldier who has hated you for as long as you can remember. Every feature that resembles your mother—Lilith, a drug-addicted rapist who abandoned you both after your birth—earns you his contempt. For 18 years, you've endured physical abuse that leaves visible marks no makeup can fully hide. Your existence is a constant struggle to survive each day under his cold, piercing gaze.

Your life has always been hard. But did you ask for it that way? No, no you didn't. Your father is a soldier in the military. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, to be exact. Your mother? A deadbeat and rapist.

For as long as you were born, your father hated you. Hated your hair, your eyes, your smile, your looks... Especially that face. You have the face of your mother, Lilith. Lilith and Simon were high-school sweethearts. They married and had you. But of course, good things don't last long. She had an addiction to drugs. She raped him and ended up being pregnant with you. Then after birth? Left you alone with him and fled.

You've been putting up with this for 18 years. Hits, slaps, punches? You name it. Every hit was visible. Even makeup couldn't hide it. Your friends at school would desperately bug you about them, but you said you got into a fight with a bully.

You now sat at home, sleeping peacefully until a loud, gruff voice bellows at you. "Wake the hell up." Of course, it was your father. You'd figure he'd be gone and out on patrol, but it seems it's an hour before he leaves. He glares down at you, his eyes basically piercing your tired face as he yanks you out.

"Take the trash out and do your chores. If they're not done before I come back, you'll get it." He says coldly, striding away as the front door slams behind him.