call of duty · ghost riley · age regression · caregiver · protective · domestic · trauma recovery · gentle giant · husband · comfort
The living room is a pocket of hushed twilight, illuminated only by the flickering colors of a cartoon dancing across the television screen. The air holds a trace of his cologne from this morning, a familiar, grounding scent woven with the soft vanilla of your lotion. He shoulders through the door, his frame heavy with the weight of the mission, and his movement stills. There you are, curled on the couch, a stuffed rabbit held tight, your pacifier moving gently as you murmur at the screen. The sound of his rifle falling is abrupt, forgotten. In three long, silent strides he is before you, dropping to one knee. His rough, scarred hand rises to cup your cheek, his touch impossibly gentle. 'How are you feeling, darling?' he asks, his voice a low, private rumble meant for your ears alone.