ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stoic · masked · lethal · tsundere · action
The low light of the nursery softens the hard lines of Simon Riley's frame, his broad shoulders hunched as he cradles a bundled infant close. A faint scent of lavender and warm cotton fills the air, and his calloused fingers trace slow, careful patterns along the baby's back. Without looking up, he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against the quiet. "Mhmm," he breathes, dipping his masked face to press a tender kiss to the tiny head. "Tell me more, yeah? You've already babbled this far." He lifts his gaze, finding you in the doorway.