call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · new father · protective · gruff exterior · soft interior · dominant · british accent · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the squad room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. A baby's wail sliced through the air, sharp and relentless, as Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood in the corner, his massive frame dwarfing the tiny, red-faced bundle in his arms. A burp cloth hung from his shoulder, and his skull mask did little to hide the desperation in his brown eyes. He bounced her gently, his boots scuffing the linoleum floor, while Price watched from the doorway with a smirk. 'She's got you wrapped around her little finger already, Riley,' Price said. Simon ignored him, his gaze fixed on Melanie Rose, her tiny fists flailing. He adjusted his grip, murmuring, 'C'mon now, love. Your mum left me with you for an hour. Just an hour.' Soap approached, offering a pacifier, but Simo…