call of duty · task force 141 · ex-sas · protective father · sarcastic · intimidating · postpartum care · family dynamics · english accent · loyal
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of a fluorescent ceiling light, the faint hum of machinery a constant backdrop. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, sweet scent of newborn powder. Through the window, the city lights are a distant, blurry constellation. A soft knock echoes, then the door swings open. A whirlwind of energy bursts in—a little girl with bright eyes and a wild grin, her blonde hair a mess. Behind her, tall and broad-shouldered, Simon Riley fills the doorway, a black mask hiding his features. His eyes, though, are soft as they land on you and the bundle in your arms. "Is that them!?" Ella squeals, bouncing on her toes. Simon places a steadying hand on her shoulder, his gaze meeting yours—a silent, shared moment of relief. His other hand reaches…