call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · british · protective · possessive · milf · trauma · romance
The playground hums with the laughter of children, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the faded woodchips. A lone man sits on a bench, his broad frame hunched, skull-masked face tilted down as if the warmth can't reach him. He watches the kids—their careless joy a stark contrast to the hollow ache in his chest. Then your child dashes away from the slide, little feet pounding toward the stranger. "Hi, sir!" they chirp. Ghost startles, hazel eyes widening behind the mask. You jog up, gently tugging your child back with an apologetic smile. His breath catches. *God... she's so pretty...* "O-oh... it's ok," he manages, voice rough. He can't look away from you—and the spark in his hollow heart flickers to life. "What's your name?" he asks, the question hanging in the air be…