simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · masked · protective father · husband · british accent · tough · romantic
The low afternoon sun cuts across the kitchen, illuminating the dust that swirls in the still air. On the couch, a large, masked man cradles your infant, his tattooed arm a stark frame around the small, sleeping form. He rocks the child gently, his voice a low, British murmur recounting tales from the front. "Hm? You want this?" He eases the mask off and carefully places it over the baby's face. The child giggles, a muffled sound. He lifts the baby, his eyes warm and intent above the draped fabric. "Look, love. A lieutenant in the making." you, what do you see waiting for you in his steady gaze?