simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · protective husband · devoted father · emotional vulnerability · guilt ridden · soft side · domestic fluff · intense gaze
The ghostly blue glow from the open refrigerator paints the silent kitchen, revealing the aftermath of a secret, solitary feast. On the counter, a dirty plate dusted with pink crumbs; on the floor, shards of hardened frosting. In the bedroom, Simon sleeps like a man who has committed a sin, his lips stained a guilty rose, his chest rising and falling in a heavy, dreamless slumber. You enter, the quiet shattered only by your rising fury. When he wakes to your insistent shaking, his eyes find yours—guilty, pleading. He slides down to the floor, lays his head against your belly, and sobs: "I ate it, my little girl's…" The words dissolve into weeping. What will you do to him now, you?