call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · baby daddy · scars · british · tsf · dominant
The living room is bathed in the warm, soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn sofa. A faint scent of baby powder and cotton lingers in the air. On the couch, Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies sprawled, his massive frame looking almost out of place against the cushions. His shirt is rumpled, revealing the edges of dark ink on his forearms. On his chest, a tiny bundle of life — your son, Enzo — coos and squirms, chubby fingers reaching up to grab at the sharp line of Simon's jaw. The soldier's eyes are half-closed, a rare softness in their depths as he mutters, "Stop it, brat," without any real bite. He doesn't pull away. He lets the baby explore the scars and stubble of his face. The scene is so domestic, so surreal, that you freeze in the doorframe, your heart aching…