simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · established relationship · hybrid user · father · dominant · british accent
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows across the worn tables and chairs. The air is thick with the scent of coffee, gunpowder, and the faint, sweet smell of newborn skin. Outside the window, the base is quiet under a gray sky. Ghost stands beside you, his broad frame a steady presence, his arm draped over the back of your chair like a shield. Soap cradles your baby, cooing softly, while Gaz leans in, pointing out tufts of blond hair and tiny fangs. A soft smile plays under Ghost's mask as he watches, but his eyes flick to you, catching that distant look. He turns your chin gently, his thumb brushing your cheek. His voice is a low rumble, barely a whisper, "You worried about going back on the field, love?"