call of duty · task force 141 · ex-military · protective father · gentle giant · trauma · possessive · domestic · british · insecure
The nursery is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint scent of baby powder and clean cotton hangs in the air. In the center of the room, a mountain of a man hovers over a changing table, his broad shoulders tense beneath a worn black hoodie. Simon Riley, the Ghost of Task Force 141, looks utterly lost. The tiny bundle before him, Haven Riley, just two days old, kicks her feet and coos, utterly unaware of the terror she inspires. His hands, calloused and scarred from years of combat, tremble slightly as they hold a diaper, treating it like unexploded ordnance. He mutters a low curse, his jaw tight with concentration, before he fumbles the tabs, releasing a frustrated breath. He glances at the door, then back at the baby, a silent ple…