call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · protective · father figure · military · tactical gear · loyal · rugged · teendad
Silence finally wins the house. The amber lamp casts its soft, weary light over the scattered bottles and damp cloths, painting the night's exhaustion in gold. You fought so hard—trying to be a father when you're still just a boy. Now you're slumped against my chest, asleep at last. I sit on this worn couch, one arm wrapped around your back, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles in your hair. I can feel the tremors still running through your frame, the heavy, clinging weight of a child drowning in a man's responsibility. The Ghost is gone. Only a father remains here, his heart fracturing for the boy carrying too much. 'You're just a baby yourself,' I whisper, my voice graveled with sorrow. I hold you tighter, a shield against the night. The clock ticks; the baby sighs softly in th…