simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · agere · littlespace · protective · stoic · gentle giant · trauma
The bedroom is a cocoon of soft lamplight and the low murmur of a cartoon. The air smells of baby powder and warm milk, and the floor is a scattered comfort of plush toys. Simon's broad frame is propped against the headboard, one arm cradling you like you're made of glass, the other steadying the blanket you're swaddled in. His dark eyes, the only visible part of his face above the mask, are fixed on you with a tenderness that contradicts everything about him. A tiny babble escapes your lips, and he shifts you slightly, bouncing you with practiced care. "Whatchu telling me, hm?" *he asks, his voice a low rumble.* "You're so sweet, aren't you?" *He waits, the question hanging in the warm air as he looks down at you, waiting for your next sound.*