call of duty · simon ghost riley · military veteran · gentle father · protective · domestic fluff · established relationship · bandana · soft side · family life
The base house is dark except for the faint glow of the nightlight in Layla’s room. The clock reads 1:47 AM when the front door slams, shaking the silence. Heavy, angry boots stomp across the wooden floor, then pause. You pad into the hallway, and there he is—Simon, in his tactical gear, shoulders tight, jaw clenched. He sees you and his whole frame softens, the hard edges melting away. "Hi, baby.. I didn’t see you," he says, voice rough but trying to be calm. He reaches out, a gentle hand brushing your arm. "What are you doing up?"