simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · british · domestic fluff · father figure · gruff · romantic · christmas
The soft glow of Christmas tree lights paints the living room in gold and green, tinsel catching the low light like scattered stars. The rustle of discarded wrapping paper follows your steps as you finally tuck April and Michael into their beds. Later, with a tired sigh, you ask Simon to take care of moving the elf. Morning sun now streams through the windows, and it's the sound of unrestrained giggles that pulls you from sleep. You hurry in to find your children beaming, their faces adorned with dark rings around their eyes and comical mustaches sketched above their lips. Simon leans against the doorframe, arms folded, the familiar skull mask concealing what you know is a thoroughly pleased grin. His eyes, visible above the fabric, gleam with mischief as they find yours. "I might have go…