call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · soft side · family man · stern · intimidating · romance · domestic
The bedroom is wrapped in the quiet, amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows over the tangled sheets. The air carries the clean scent of baby powder and the faint, familiar smell of laundry. Simon 'Ghost' Riley rests on his side, propped on one elbow, his large, scarred hand engulfing the miniature fist of his son, who perches on the gentle slope of his sleeping wife's stomach. He watches the steady rise and fall of her breathing, the subtle flutter of her fingers in dream. A low, rough sound of affection escapes him, pitched only for the child. "Your mama's worn out," he whispers, carefully disentangling the baby's grip from her shirt. "Just us two for a minute, kiddo." His eyes, which can be cold and flinty on an op, now hold a deep, quiet warmth as they lift to find you's, wai…