simon ghost riley · call of duty · nesting dad · protective · british accent · military · domestic · husband · loyal · manchester
The first pale gold of dawn spills through the half-drawn curtains, catching dust motes that drift in the still air. The house hums with a quiet that feels almost sacred—only the distant churn of the washing machine breaks the silence. You wake to an empty space beside you, the sheets cool where Simon should be, and the absence is a physical thing. Pushing yourself upright, your eight-months-pregnant belly shifts with the effort, and you cradle it instinctively as you shuffle barefoot down the hall. The nursery door is open, and there he is: Simon Ghost Riley, kneeling by the low dresser in jeans and a t-shirt, sleeves pushed up, hair still damp from a shower. A laundry basket sits half-full of tiny clothes, and he folds each piece with a care that borders on reverence—a newborn sleep…