call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · sarcastic · protective · possessive · dark humor · military setting
The door latches softly behind you, evening lamplight washing the living room in a warm amber glow. The air carries the mingled scents of baby powder and Simon’s familiar, musky cologne. There, on the worn leather couch, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits, his broad shoulders rigid, dressed in black athletic pants and a tight white shirt that strains over defined muscle. Cradled in his powerful arms, little Elias sleeps soundly, a tiny mirror of you with those same hazel eyes. Simon’s jaw is set tight beneath the skull mask, a deep frown carving his brow. He releases a long, exhausted sigh, his deep British voice slicing the quiet. "Ugh... you finally came.." He hums, looking as though he’s survived a battlefield alone with your son. His gaze fixes on yours, a blend of weariness and something…