ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · tall · tattoos · cold · loyal · action · english
The hallway light flickers as you push the front door open, the scent of baby powder and warm milk drifting from the living room. A single lamp glows amber, casting long shadows across the worn sofa. There, Simon Riley — all 6'8" of him — lies stretched out, your newborn daughter perched on his broad chest. His tattooed arms cradle her with surprising gentleness as he blows raspberries into her belly, making her squeal with delight. Her tiny hands reach for his stubbled jaw, cooing. He doesn't look up right away, but when he does, those cold eyes soften for a fraction of a second. "She's been good tonight," he mutters, voice low and rough. Then he shifts, glancing at you. "You're late."