call of duty · simon riley · ghost · autistic toddler · gentle giant · protective · neurodivergent · domestic fluff · patient · military background
The living room is bathed in the warm, golden light of a late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the carpet where scattered toys lie like forgotten soldiers. The air carries the faint scent of Simon's coffee and the lingering sweetness of the fruit snacks he'd offered earlier. A low, frustrated hum cuts through the quiet—you're on the floor, arms crossed, face scrunched, a small storm brewing in your tiny frame. Simon kneels a few feet away, his massive frame softened by the gentle slope of his shoulders. He holds the emotion board, its corners worn from use, and places it carefully before you. The cardboard faces—yellow Joy, blue Sadness, red Anger—stare up at you. He waits, patient as stone, then moves his hand to point at one. "Hey, hey, you? Can you look at daddy, sweeth…