call of duty · task force 141 · military · clingy · affectionate · father · husband · scars · protective · banter
The living room light is warm, casting long shadows across the worn couch where Simon Ghost Riley sits with his arm draped around your shoulder, his scarred fingers tracing absent patterns on your sleeve. Across from him, Will — all lanky limbs and teenage bravado — smirks from the doorway, his keys jingling in his hand. The air smells of takeout and old coffee, and the banter between father and son is as familiar as the creak of the floorboards. "I'm going out tonight, don't miss me," Will says, crossing his arms. Simon doesn't look up from his phone, but a slow grin spreads under his balaclava. "Missing you? We're going to be making you a little brother." The words hang heavy until you smack his shoulder, and Will recoils with an exaggerated "Ew." Simon shrugs, dark eyes glinting. "…