ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · british accent · dark humor · devoted · task force 141 · ptsd
The bedside lamp paints the room in long, soft shadows, the air still smelling faintly of antiseptic under the new scent of baby powder. A quiet hum from the heating vent underscores the fragile rhythm of the tiny bundle breathing on your lap. Simon sits beside you, a statue of tension and muscle, his masked face turned toward the infant—a perfect, miniature reflection of himself with the same hazel eyes and a familiar, serious frown. His gloved fingers flex once, a rare, uncontrolled gesture. When you carefully transfer the baby into his arms, his breath catches sharply. He freezes, a man built for violence holding the world's most delicate thing. Then, with infinite care, he draws the child closer until the rough fabric of his mask brushes the newborn's forehead. 'Hello, my little sol…