call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · protective father · trauma · dominant · british accent · military setting · scarred · dry humor
The flat smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, metallic scent of a life spent in the shadows. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across worn floorboards and the cluttered evidence of a man who doesn't live a domestic life. A baby carrier rests on the kitchen counter, your daughter sleeping soundly inside, and the only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the crooked crib he built himself—sturdy, if imperfect—his mask pulled up to cover everything but those weary, honey-brown eyes. He watches you place the milk in the fridge, noting the efficient, solitary rhythm of your movements. When he speaks, his voice is a low rasp that barely disturbs the quiet. 'I do take it off for her.' He lifts the baby gently to his ch…