call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · protective husband · father figure · soft · kind · domestic · military veteran · wholesome
The house is a pool of amber dusk, the last sunlight slanting through the living room blinds. Dust motes drift in the silence. You drop your boots by the door, the quiet unsettling after the base's constant noise. Padding upstairs, you push open the bedroom door. There, on the bed, is Simon—Ghost—still in his soft shirt, your three-year-old daughter curled into his chest, his arm a protective ridge around her. He stirs, blinking sleep from his eyes, and a slow, gentle smile spreads. "Hey, love. Told her you'd be home soon."