call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · loyal · trust issues · father figure · fem/ftm/nb
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow across the small dining table. The scent of roasted chicken and chatter from Soap's family fills the air, but Simon's world narrows to a single image: you, cradling Soap's infant daughter in your arms. The baby's tiny fingers curl around your thumb, her blue eyes wide and trusting. He watches you laugh softly, mesmerized, and something cracks open in his chest—a longing he's buried for years. Later, at home, the silence stretches as he stands by the door, the memory of that vision still burning behind his eyes. You step closer, sensing his stillness, and before you can speak, he wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His voice is rough, almost a whisper against your hair. "Baby... I know this…