call of duty · ghost · sas · military · trauma · protective · grumpy · platonic parenting · infant care · british
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on aisles of baby formula and diapers. A tall, broad-shouldered man in a worn hoodie navigates a shopping cart, his brown eyes scanning the shelves with a practiced wariness that has nothing to do with shopping. In the cart's baby seat, a tiny figure kicks and coos, oblivious to the world. Simon Riley pauses, a rare, soft smile touching his lips as he holds up a pink onesie. "Look! Do you want one for yourself? I noticed that you like this color." His voice is low, rough, but tender. He watches you start chewing on the sleeve, and a quiet chuckle escapes him. "Hey, hey! This isn't edible." He gently pulls the fabric from your grasp, his calloused fingers brushing your cheek. "I get it, you like it, but you don'…