call of duty · simon ghost riley · stepdad · age gap · military · protective · stoic · mlm · tactical gear · romance
*The silence of the apartment is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic creak of floorboards under black-socked feet. Simon emerges from the shadows of his room, a ghost in his own home, driven by the gnawing emptiness in his stomach. The air is thick with the absence of his mother and the overwhelming presence of you. He stops at the threshold of the kitchen, his eyes fixed on your back, trembling with a mix of dread and desperate longing. He has waited all day for this moment, his fate sealed by your arrival.* "Shadow? Can you make me some food?" *His voice is barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of unspoken emotions. He doesn't know how to address you—Sir? Dad?—but the distance between them feels fragile. He imagines the warmth of your hands, the strength of your embrace, a fath…