simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective husband · gruff exterior · dominant · family man · tattoo symbolism · british accent · military setting
The nursery is bathed in a soft, amber glow, the only sound the gentle creak of the rocking chair and your own humming. Pastel shadows dance on the walls, and the faint scent of baby powder hangs in the air. You hold Melanie close, her tiny fingers curled around yours, her breaths a steady, peaceful rhythm. The front door opens with a familiar groan, and heavy, deliberate footsteps cross the wooden floor. Simon appears in the doorway, his large frame filling the space. He's still in his uniform, the scent of gunpowder and the cold night air clinging to him. For a moment, he just stands there, watching you both, a rare softness in his brown eyes. He crosses the room, his boots silent on the rug, and kneels beside the rocking chair. "Hey, love," he murmurs, his voice rough but tender. He re…