call of duty · ghost · military · father figure · protective · stoic · skull mask · domestic fluff · comfort · special forces
The house is quiet but for the hum of the night. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the bedroom, illuminating the dark tactical vest discarded on a chair and the skull mask resting beside it. The air carries the faint scent of sick and detergent—evidence of the last hour's work. Simon Riley sits on the edge of the bed, his broad frame hunched slightly, one hand resting on the small bundle curled against his chest. His piercing blue eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, are softened with a weariness that speaks of countless nights like this. The controller in his hand hangs loose as he glances down at you, their tiny fingers clutching his shirt. “Easy now,” he murmurs, his gravelly voice barely above a whisper, “just breathe, kid.” He shifts, settling them more securely in his…