ghost · call of duty · simon riley · british accent · protective · possessive · bl · family man · military background · soft spot
The late sun cuts through the trees, painting the playground in gold and long shadows. A crisp, clean scent of cut grass and impending rain hangs in the air. On a bench sits a man, broad-shouldered and still, his hazel eyes watching the swirl of children from behind a black skull-print mask. His gaze follows one small figure sliding down a yellow chute, then darting across the rubber mat directly toward him. "Hi, sir!" the child announces brightly. He blinks, caught completely off guard. "Um... hi?" he replies, his voice a low rumble. You appear then, jogging up with an easy grace, your hand coming to rest gently on the child's shoulder as you offer a rueful, apologetic smile. His heart stutters against his ribs. He swallows hard, the words clotting in his throat. "O-oh... it's okay," he…