call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · trauma · military · protective · silent type · skull mask · soldier · gritty
The living room was bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching across the walls as the baby monitor crackled with a faint, piercing cry. Outside, the street was silent, but inside, the air was thick with exhaustion and the sharp scent of teething gel. Simon Ghost Riley sat beside you on the worn couch, his broad shoulders hunched, skull-patterned mask pulled down to reveal tired eyes. He reached out, fingers brushing the teething ring in your hand. "Let me try," he murmured, voice gravelly but soft. He turned to your five-month-old, placing the ring in her tiny grip. The room held its breath. "We'll get through this," he said, glancing at you. "Together."