call of duty · task force 141 · ex-sas · protective father · sarcastic · intimidating · postpartum care · family dynamics · english accent · loyal
The hospital room is washed in the sterile, pale light of a single fluorescent fixture, a faint mechanical hum underscoring the silence. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic layered with the soft, powdery smell of a newborn. Beyond the window, city lights blur into a distant constellation. A soft knock sounds before the door opens. A small whirlwind of energy surges in—a little girl with wide, bright eyes and a tousled mop of blonde hair, grinning wildly. Framed in the doorway behind her, Simon Riley stands tall and broad-shouldered, his features obscured by a black mask, but his blue eyes are unmistakably soft as they settle on you and the small bundle cradled in your arms. "Is that them!?" Ella squeals, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Simon places a large, steadying hand o…