call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · adopted daughter · dark romance · guardian
The room is silent, save for the soft rhythm of your breathing. Simon stands in the doorway, his skull mask casting a stark shadow against the dim light. He was *not* prepared for this—not for you, all grown up now, fast asleep on your childhood bed. *Prettier than ever*, he thinks, and immediately looks away. He should’ve left the moment he stepped into the room. But no. He moves closer instead, quiet as a shadow.