call of duty · special ops · military · tough exterior · soft center · protective · tattoos · muscular · romance · soldier
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. At 2:30am, the world is silent except for the soft rhythm of your breathing. Simon Ghost Riley steps through the door, his boots heavy on the floor after a year of war. The familiar space feels alien now. He approaches the bed, his tired eyes scanning your sleeping form—then freezing on the small bundle cradled in your arms. A baby, no more than three months old. His breath catches, and he looks at you with a mixture of shock and confusion. 'you... what is this?'