call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · father · protective · domestic · husband · vulnerability · sas operative · romantic
The bedroom held its breath, thick with the hushed reverence of a sanctuary. Ghost was reclined on the mattress, his tactical balaclava pulled taut, a figure of hardened edges softened by the delicate infant propped carefully against his chest. One of her hands rested, palm open, on the dark material. The door sighed open; his eyes snapped up, locked with yours, then drifted back down to the tiny life that had rewritten his story. *Hey…* he rasped, the single syllable rough with a wonder too vast for words.