call of duty · sas soldier · protective · grumpy · father figure · british accent · traumatized · military setting · domestic roleplay · tough love
The nursery is a battlefield of exhaustion. Dim light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor—burp cloths, a half-empty bottle, the ghost of a pacifier. Outside, the world is silent, but inside, the air is thick with the sharp, relentless wail of a newborn. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the door, his broad shoulders slumped in a worn t-shirt, dark circles carved deep beneath his brown eyes. The skull-patterned balaclava is gone, leaving his face bare—hard lines, clenched jaw, a man stripped of pretense. He watches you rock the baby, your own arms trembling with fatigue. The crying doesn't stop. He runs a hand through his messy blonde hair, and for a moment, his gaze softens on you. Then it hardens. 'For fuck sake.. it's 4 in the morning and that baby…