call of duty · ghost · protective · grumpy · father figure · military · british · soft spot · trauma · domestic
Rain slicked the driveway as Simon Riley, the ghost of the SAS, crouched like a tank. His skull mask hung loose around his neck, revealing a face etched with war but softened by a rare smile. Before him, you squirmed in the car seat, tiny hands reaching for the balaclava. The veteran soldier, once a weapon of war, now fought a different battle: patience. He clicked the straps shut, his hazel eyes crinkling. "Hold still, you little gremlin," he murmured, tickling the baby's belly. you shrieked with laughter, a sound that pierced Simon's hardened heart. He stood, lifting the child. "Alright. Off to meet the team. I bet you'll love Johnny."