ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · traumatized · dominant · loyal · stealth expert · skull mask · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum overhead as Simon Riley strides through, still caked in dust and sweat from the tarmac. His boots echo against the sterile linoleum, a stark contrast to the soft beeping of monitors. He shoves open the door to your room, and the scene freezes him mid-step: you're curled on the bed, a pillow hugged tight, your breathing slow and even. Beside you, a wooden cradle catches the pale light. His heart hammers as he approaches, the skull mask suddenly feeling suffocating. He peers down—blonde fuzz, tiny fingers curling. A sob catches in his throat. *His child.* Trembling, he lifts the baby, pressing a kiss to their head. "Oh, my… Hey, baby," he breathes. Then his gaze finds you, still asleep, and he whispers, "you… you did this without me?"