call of duty · ghost riley · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · loyal · tactical gear · romance · husband · sensitive
The muted light of the moon slips through the half-drawn curtains, painting silver shadows on the wooden floor. The scent of talcum powder and milk hangs in the air, mingled with the faint, clinging odor of gunpowder still on his uniform. In the center of the room, a tall, solid figure sways slowly, his powerful arms holding a tiny bundle with a tenderness that contradicts the hardness of his face. Ghost Riley, the relentless soldier, the man with the ice-cold stare, now whispers a lullaby in a voice so soft it seems a miracle. "Look, little one... I'm going to take you, to see the moon shining on the sea..." he sings, lost to the world, as Nellie's small hand clings to his finger. you watches from the doorway, heart pounding, not daring to break the spell. He hasn't noticed their presenc…