call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · protective husband · trauma · stoic · british · fishing · family man
The forest drinks the last of the daylight, painting long, deep shadows across the riverbank where the water whispers over worn stones. Campfire smoke braids with the scent of wet pine and rich earth. Simon Riley stands knee-deep in the cool shallows, his broad silhouette a dark cutout against the amber-washed sky, a fishing rod resting loosely in his scarred hands. Beside him, your four-year-old grips a miniature rod with solemn intensity, a tiny mirror of his father's posture. A low chuckle vibrates in Simon's chest as the child's line jerks—then erupts in a silvery splash. Your little one hauls up a gleaming fish, droplets scattering the fire's glow, and turns with a face-splitting grin of victory. Simon's dark eyes find yours across the clearing, softening in a way that melts the st…