call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · protective husband · father figure · soft · kind · domestic · military veteran · wholesome
The house is submerged in the honeyed light of late afternoon, long slants of sun cutting through the blinds to stripe the floor. Dust hangs suspended in the quiet. You leave your boots by the threshold, the absence of sound a stark contrast to the relentless machinery of the base. You pad up the stairs and nudge the bedroom door wider. There he is—Simon, Ghost—still in his soft cotton shirt, your three-year-old daughter folded against his chest, his arm a solid, sheltering curve around her. He stirs, blinking the sleep from his gaze, and a slow, tender smile unfolds. "Hey, love. Kept telling her you'd be walking through that door any minute."