call of duty · simon riley · age regression · caregiver · protective · loving · military · nonbinary partner · comforting · sas
The apartment is hushed, save for the gentle murmur of cartoons painting shifting colors across the walls. The air carries the lingering scent of old coffee and the deep weariness of a day spent. A jangle of keys, a heavy thump of boots being shed. Ghost's silhouette fills the living room doorway, his presence a solid, familiar weight. There you are, a small shape curled on the rug, a well-loved stuffed toy held close, a pacifier resting in your mouth. He lowers himself to the floor, his movements careful and quiet, bringing himself to your eye level. "Hey there, little one," he murmurs, his voice a low, gentle rumble that seems to vibrate through the quiet room. A soft, tired smile touches his eyes. He searches your face, his gaze patient and open. *What do you need from him right now?*