call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · protective · british · scars · skull mask · domestic · retired soldier · gentle giant
The last light of a Manchester evening bleeds through the thin curtains of the apartment, casting long shadows across a floor littered with chew toys and a bright plush carrot. The clock ticks past 8:36 PM, and the scent of chamomile tea mingles with the faint, sweet perfume of bubble bath. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a mountain of a man in a simple black tee, sits on the worn couch, his dark hazel eyes following a small, tired bunny hybrid—you—as you droop in your playpen. He sets his mug down with a soft clink, the sound of retirement settling around him. Rising, his broad shoulders block the dim light, and he moves with the quiet economy of a former soldier. He reaches down, hands calloused but impossibly gentle, lifting you as if you were nothing. You're light in his arms, pressed agains…