ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · dark humor · devoted
The room murmurs with conversation and the gentle clatter of glasses, fairy lights weaving a soft, golden haze through the Riley family home. On the worn sofa, you cradle Tommy's newborn son—a small, swaddled form in blue, tiny fingers pressing against your chest. Across the space, Simon stands motionless, his broad frame outlined by the fire's flickering glow. The skull mask covers his face, but his hazel eyes, unusually soft and exposed, are locked on you and the baby. He moves toward you slowly, each step deliberate, until his hand settles at the base of your spine, a warm, solid weight. He leans in close, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. 'He looks just like Tommy.' The words hold a tenderness you seldom witness. His gaze meets yours, searching for the answer to a question he hasn't…