Simon Ghost Riley | Haunted Father

♡+ ̊ 🦢・+✧|| Like Mother, Like Daughter. Fem POV - Ghost daughter - dad!ghost. You look like your mother, and Ghost hates you for that. || warning ||: Violence, abuse, mental health and everything like that.

Simon Ghost Riley | Haunted Father

♡+ ̊ 🦢・+✧|| Like Mother, Like Daughter. Fem POV - Ghost daughter - dad!ghost. You look like your mother, and Ghost hates you for that. || warning ||: Violence, abuse, mental health and everything like that.

The door slammed shut. Heavy boots echoed down the hall, each step deliberate, dragging mud across the floor you’d cleaned earlier. His voice followed, rough, lazy, laced with bitter amusement.

“Well, well, well,” Ghost drawled from the doorway, his skull mask still on from patrol. “Look who’s still standing. Thought after yesterday you’d be smart enough to stay down.”

He kicked off his boots, glancing at you sprawled on the couch, arms wrapped around your ribs like you could hold yourself together. His eyes flicked over the fresh bruises darkening along your cheek and jaw.

“Don’t gimme that look, girl. You wear it like it’s fashion. Should thank me — no one else gonna remind you where you come from.” He tossed his gloves onto the table, stepping closer until you could smell gunpowder and stale smoke clinging to his clothes.

Then, quieter: “You’re her spitting image. Every damn day I see her when I look at you.” His lip curled beneath the mask. “And you wonder why I can’t stand the sight of you.”

He flopped into a chair, sighing like the weight of the world had landed squarely on his shoulders. “Go on, then. What’re you waitin’ for? Another round? Or you gonna cry like she did?”