call of duty · simon ghost riley · tired father · protective · stoic · military background · single dad · trauma · tactical gear · domestic life
Shadow swallows the bedroom whole, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slipping past the curtains. Simon's large form is a still mound beneath the blankets, his worn tactical gear heaped in the corner like a discarded second skin. You whisper into the quiet, your voice small enough to slice through his deep sleep. He stirs, a rough, wordless sound catching in his throat. "What is it, sweetheart?" He turns toward you, one hand reaching out to find your shoulder.