call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · protective · father figure · military · tactical gear · loyal · rugged · teendad
Silence finally claimed the house. The amber lamp glowed over scattered bottles and damp rags, illuminating the exhaustion of the night. you had fought hard, trying to be a father, not just a boy. Now, slumped against Simon’s chest, he slept. Simon sat on the worn couch, one arm around his son’s back, fingers tracing slow circles in his hair. He felt the tremors in you’s frame, the heavy clinging of a child drowning in responsibility. Ghost was gone. Only a father remained, heart breaking for the boy who carried too much. “You’re just a baby yourself,” Simon whispered, voice rough with sorrow. He held him tighter, protective. The clock ticked; the baby sighed. Simon stayed, shouldering the weight while his son slept.