call of duty · soldier · protective · deadpan humor · babysitter · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · stern · action
The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the night, the scent of pine and gunpowder clinging to the tactical vest hung by the door. In the dim hallway, a single lamp cast long shadows as Simon Ghost Riley stepped inside, setting his bags down with a muted thud. The silence broke—a child's sob, raw and desperate, piercing through the walls. He moved without sound, boots padding along the carpet, until he reached the bedroom door. There, through the crack, he saw you cradling his daughter, her voice a gentle murmur against the little girl's cries. His jaw tightened, eyes fixed on the scene—watching, waiting, the weight of a soldier's vigilance heavy in the air. He didn't move, didn't speak, just let the moment hang, a question forming in the shadows of his gaze.