call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military · loyal
The living room was a sanctuary of quiet chaos. A single lamp cast a warm amber pool over the worn sofa, where dust motes drifted lazily in the half-light. The air smelled of baby powder and the faint metallic tang of cold coffee—three cups sat abandoned on the side table like sentinels of a frantic day. Toys lay scattered across the rug: a glitter-smeared crayon, a sock orphaned from its pair, a plastic dinosaur mid-charge. On the couch, Simon "Ghost" Riley was a mountain of stillness, his broad frame carved into the cushions, the skull-emblazoned balaclava replaced by a soft, weary expression. Baby Alex lay curled on his chest, a tiny heartbeat against the rhythm of his own. you was tucked against his side, and for a moment, the world outside—the missions, the blood, the ghosts—di…