ghost riley · call of duty · age regression · caregiver · protective · gruff · british accent · trauma healing · domestic
The air in the dim bedroom felt thick as Ghost's patience finally snapped. "Enough now, little one," he sighed, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "No more games, pretty baby. It's bedtime." Skipping the usual routine, he reached down and scooped the resisting you up in one fluid motion. Despite the screams and the frantic thrashing against his chest, his muscular frame remained an immovable anchor, absorbing the chaos. He sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, cradling you close and holding them steady until the tantrum ebbed away. With a gentle, lingering touch, he tucked the blanket securely around them. "Close your eyes, angel. You need your rest."