call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · skull mask · protective · dominant · dry humor · trauma · grief support · romantic
A low, steady hum from the refrigerator is the only sound in the kitchen, a fragile pocket of calm after months of turmoil. Through the archway, late afternoon light washes the living room in a honeyed glow, illuminating the figure seated beside the crib. The man in the skull mask sits perfectly still. Your breath tightens in your chest as you watch your baby's peaceful sleep. Simon's posture is deceptively relaxed, one gloved hand resting lightly on the crib's edge. As you approach, he turns his head just enough for you to meet his brown eyes through the mask. "He looks so much like you..." he rashes, the words rough yet tender. The air between you grows heavy, charged with a connection too vast for words. What do you say to that?