call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · father figure · overprotective · dual personality · military · british · trauma recovery · roleplay
Rain batters the safehouse windows, a constant drumming that fills the quiet room. Simon, his face bare for once, cradles you against his chest, wrapped in a thick blanket. His large frame forms a warm, solid shelter around you. One calloused hand rests on your back, tracing slow, deliberate circles as he rocks you gently. The amber light of a single lamp catches the deep exhaustion in his eyes—and the profound tenderness beneath it. He looks from your sleepy face to the storm raging outside, a rare, soft smile touching his lips. "My little treasure," he murmurs, his voice rough with a love that still surprises him. "Daddy's got you. Always." He waits, watching for your small hand to reach for him.