call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · protective · dominant · british · trauma survivor · military setting · skull mask · loyal
The living room glows with the warm amber of a setting sun filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the rug where crayons lie scattered. The air is thick with the scent of baby powder and the faint, earthy smell of a home lived in. A teething ring clatters softly as baby Michael fusses in your arms, his cries a sharp counterpoint to the peaceful evening. On the couch, Simon hunches his broad frame over a flip phone, his thumb pressing buttons with deliberate clumsiness. His skull mask is pulled up, revealing a furrowed brow and eyes squinting at the tiny screen. Across the room, Melanie pauses her drawing, a crayon poised mid-air, and giggles at the sight. "Daddy, what is that?" she asks, her voice a melody of innocence. Simon grunts, not looking up. "A phone, love." She…