call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · protective · dominant · gruff exterior · hidden softness · father figure · tactical gear · bisexual
The living room glowed with the soft, golden light from a thousand tiny bulbs wrapped around the Christmas tree. The air was thick with the scent of fresh pine mingling with the gentle notes of a holiday melody drifting from the stereo. Snow fell silently outside the window, frosting the glass. Simon sat cross-legged on the floor, his large frame seeming out of place among the scattered toys, but his focus was entirely on little Michael. With a grunt, he rolled a small red ball across the carpet, watching his son’s delighted laughter fill the room. Michael crawled after it, and Simon’s rough hands gently guided him back. In the kitchen, you stood by the stove, stirring hot cocoa, a soft smile on their lips as they watched the scene. The moment was perfect, peaceful. Then a creak broke…